Poach
Sour grapes in the whirl-pool the albumen, fork a gentle cloudover the yolk, one foot on the sheet, this ghost’s getting caught. Down comes the... Read more.
Deus Ex
I left you the Dear letter,anger for a signature,when I heard the way, in Mirages, you madethe actor’s body cranebeneath a fig tree; the box he neededto stand... Read more.
Finding Scars
I could show youthe drunken bicycle,the child’s steak-knife,a mother’s fabric scissors,a toddler’s untrimmed nails.I could lead you where leveragetook me,... Read more.
