The butts
on the sidewalk
form a cross, but only
because they fall in the ready
made cracks.
Poetry And
Equilibrium
Fluid
inside your ears
needs time to resettle.
This interval is us feeling
dizzy.
Hallelujah
Sockets,
joints, the more that
I live with my arms in
the air, the more often I am
plugged in
The nameless
pigeon,
who flew into
the window, tries to move
it's head now, as much as any
Agnes
Craps
The first
side of a die
rolls across the living
room They lay down their cash and hold
their breath
Fitting In
The cool
Autumn teaches
me to shiver wet browed
and something about the look of
fever
Cabernet
Wine in
the glass now sits
taller than the wine in
the bottle, perfectly tipping
the scales
At Age Thirty
Sudden
now, my tongue's tip
touches my top front teeth
and I can hear my grandmother
thinking
Attic
Cheap rent
but I'm stuck up
here. The door between us
would open but I leave them be
neath me.
