Grateful for the Poplar Tree (1988)
Spring is Monolingual (2004)
Choir for Private People (2010) ...
In the urn of the lengthening day
The man who will die on my street
Is walking backward toward traffic
With his shirt on backward,
A bright orange vest, backward, and
His dirty white hair straight up
As if it were fire. ...
To be a traitor is to trade—
Take, for example, the blue macaw
of my childhood, traded ...
February is checking my e-mail
while waiting at the drive-thru
dry cleaners to pick up my husband’s ...
Cooked, the socks, the pantry stocked,
Thanksgiving dinner for twenty.
Crab apples around the turkey on a platter I’d serve
Modeled from a photograph.
I was modeled on a photograph.
Clean floor, it was perfect.
One exact book on the table, dust it. ...
Imagine a novel about a man who
never knew his early years; it comes across as
a fictionalized story that nevertheless feels overwhelming
in the rich particularity of his life, and its
equally rich loneliness, as he struggles to live it.
Or perhaps it’s about a fictionalized man
with a lost past that was real, utterly real,
and his growing up is the story ...