Memorial to a marriage

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:
two women embracing in marble, hair loose,
eyes closed: their polished mouths smiling.

I touch the picture and their bed fills the screen: Life scampers
across their likeness in this public cemetery. Grass brushes
their pallet: a tree casts leaf-dapple across their shoulders,
and a little pool of rain water gathers in the furrow
between their bellies. I …

Eve and the Pit | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Eve and the Pit

The wind had to do with the places we couldn’t touch.
The branches were the places we did,
lying at the roots
with your arms around me. We watched the …

[If every life is four-dimensional] | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

[If every life is four-dimensional]

If every life is four dimensional,
if your “now” is just one segment of your whole
and your body spans across the surface of time,
then I could trace the …

The Dog’s Insomnia | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

The Dog’s Insomnia

Keeps him moving all through the end
of summer night, nails loading the floorboards

with the heaviness of sleep that cannot
land. Drowsing, he moves

his basket room to room, searching …

Letter to My Country Doctor Father | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

Letter to My Country Doctor Father

You taught me to accept whatever came to the door: a bushel of corn, two porterhouse steaks, a bag of bittersweet horehound candy—your favorite—and the suffering that each of us …