False Alarm
Midtown, Manhattan, September 12, 2001
Floor 31
I’m going to die now, aren’t I?
I’m going to die right here, amongst strangers.
“There are reports of a...
In February: After a complaint to my acupuncturist before getting on her table.
There’s not even reason for hope till April.The robins will come, but...
The Shape of the Body, 1979
Margaret Schilling, January, Southeast Psychiatric Hospital, Athens, OH
They say the cold stopped your heart,the sun took your body,made a...
Frostbite
All snowflakes look very much alike;
like little white dots.
-The Smithsonian
They walked from club to club,
arms chain-linked. By the third club,
stumbling, holding tight, as...
Not Monet’s Giverny
In our snow globe of good-byes we leavecities burning, arguments still on fire.
We do not touch but force ourselves
into pockets and gloves.Winter...
Anthropomorphizing the Orchid
Lowering my nose to the waxy petals, I’m kissing you goodnight
in the hospital again. Your lips smelled faintly of sour milk,
those protein...
