From space the river is loose thread. Frayed but clearly discernible.
A wall but not a wall. …
He doesn’t know his belt’s gone out of style,
or that he needs a license,
that hunting has a season now. ...
Tuesday feels like every day, so today is every Tuesday.
This goddamn day won’t goddamn change
my going back and forth between the sure and doubt,
the front door opening and closing, the backdoor slamming,
mosquito screen folding over like a sagging flag,
bathroom faucet always dripping, water always dropping
to the rusted band around the drain, ...
after Patricia Cronin
It must be their feet tangled past the hem of the blanket
(a big toe pressed to the top of a pale, carved foot)
that make me pause, scroll back to this image ...
If every life is four dimensional,
if your “now” is just one segment of your whole
and your body spans across the surface …
Keeps him moving all through the end
of summer night, nails loading the floorboards
with the heaviness of sleep that cannot ...
There’s nothing more American than blaming empty space for a giant virus of its own making. Curiosity killed the clotted doctor, and kindness the rest. Really, it’s always …
Bone shade: the hip and pelvis
my arthritic spine, the blurring
lines between skeletal structures, ...