jubilat 6         

An X that equals—
As if orchids—
A row of dark—
Impulse &
its spit—

A certain romance
reserved— The past
is always—
 

Both 1          

Wives in
a horseshoe— His body
a stitch— The “bed” has been
such an anxiety— A monument
and more—

Swallow at all
talking— He gagged
on his first—

The Paris Review 112      

A split of silk
reseamed from spit
and a hug— Knowledge

desired, denied— Side
churches painted-in
behind Moses— Arrange

events into patterns:
charity plots right
outside, a lethal green—

A rake scrapes right
before morning— Japanese tour
groups just love—



Octopus Magazine 1

Detergent in his irises— Man
assumes a Manson family— Fist
standing for human—

The trees filtering— The world
hangs in a cave— Back to
a dripping— Love

as if in—


Verse 19, 3 / 20, 1        

One moved to Boston
and married— The sun
bends to her in a pleated
wedding—

Rustle the cellophane
Think of him lying
The glazing slips
Keep a diary
A chorus of tiny

Great strides in
plastic— Open
the luxury— Opening
suggests a little— Swallow
a thing—

The guards have grown
He broke
down in the glowing