(morning light)

In my dream there were
hands. White bones curled round doorframes.
Me, grateful to run.

(meanwhile)

too many, too, too much.
yellow jaws caterwauling.
he sleeps in my lap.

(tupelo wind)

I am a woman
who needs space. Feed me figs, still (thank you)
I'll take walks, alone.

(ocean metaphors 1)

What I want is not
this wanting is my sandbag
pinning me to shore

(untitled 6)

I have never been
more sorry. I was embarrassed
by loving too much.

("I'm happy you're happy")

I am happy that...
your happy cracks me: jealous-
lie, my love

(shoe shopping)

I want your simple
carat coffee liqueur (brown,
pink laces, size nine)

(Musical Mash-ups XI)*

My sweet one, I call
you. I will buy you a ewe.
We'll love; he'll be true.


*thank you, Phish