Insomnia
A midnight truck shakesthe clock awake. I remembermy father opening the door
to my head, a lullaby on the pianotying this memory to kindness.These days,...
Fatal Hour
Ponder if you will the seductive side of sorrow,
like dirty cash in envelopes thrown at you by strangers.
We qualified for grief assistance, for...
Uninhabited
That January we ate ramen, broth sharpas vinegar. Sipped the sizzling disappointment
while snow cascaded from the second flooruntil our city grew unrecognizable. By April
love was...
We Have Gotten So Good At Dying
A sad memento is sad so long
as it’s
the officiant of girlhood—the body its own
disengaged worship. How to chronicle...
Dramatic Irony
It’s an unfair criticism,
but in the wild, a herd
of impala will cross the river
either too stupidly
or too cooperatively,
as if a slight hesitation
at the...
Too brief again, this August light
For Austen Clyde Prescott, June 20, 2005-August 3, 2023
But the uncommon heat will not break.Rain sizzles the roof tiles...
