I touched two men dancing yesterday the first with black hair, cut short hints of a missed shave on his narrow face with a sharp jaw he had taken his shirt off because of sweating so much his shoulders were strong and the big triangle-shaped muscle of the back and...
You the Sun, you warm the stones you warm the water you heat my face You the Breeze, you sip at my ear You Leaves tumble and crackle You Bricks lie sleeping You Red Berries are pregnant on the bush You Humans dance… Dance, I say! with the boughs that tremble, though...
she’s gone off to school high-ponytail flapping only a few bites taken out of her egg, sunny-side up, with a soft yolk, and buttered zucchini bread, slightly sweet scented with cinnamon and clove she’s gone but I managed to place a soft kiss on her forehead in the dim...
Settling settling settling deep inside finding my Mother the Bosom of my Mother and resting in the tender caress of my cheek Wrinkling my nose at the fetid waters of the swamp… visiting in my small wooden rowboat gathering the reptiles letting my hand run over...
Be prepared For him to try to poke your eyes out And smear his own shit across your cheek Just hold him close against your chest, even as he squirms And kiss him tenderly, on the forehead covered with oozing sores Do not let her Punch her rodent-eyed brother or Pull...
Saturday morning sunlight slants sideways into the kitchen of the tidy 2nd floor apartment in a tired part of New York City layered between the nondescript dark-haired couple upstairs and my grandfather the Polish butcher, and his good wife, downstairs like a sad,...
