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I start the wash
feed the dog
clear the phone
take in the mail
But
And
Knowing I have left you there
wanting more
is a song
writing itself in my smallest bones
Catharine...
Me, First
Even the buzzards are beautiful
in this slant light, underwings backlit by the sun
The boat launch is deserted
just me on a picnic table under...
To Miss Eyre
At noon we looked past
the hedges of dappled light and saw
a wedding dress
travelling from the pocket
of your cloak. All toy
loveliness, apple blossoms
stormed...
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...
