Once More in the Depths
I miss you, blue-haired boy, vanished againlike the ripple of a skipped stone. I havenever understood your leaving— a thingthat...
3,000 Turns Against Death
When Donne said Death, thou shalt die,he surrounded it with commas, breath
through the barrier, the first wardagainst the unbearable. Second: this
tongue...
Hurricane Season
Clouds bruise the horizon.
Something in the water–
a mangrove, a bull shark– whispers
a storm is heavy on the sea. I remember
it is the season...
Parental Advisory
The polyurethane made us white
as bloated fish. As quick-dry glue-
spiked hair. In summer we peeled
and put gyms in our tongues. Boys
ringed their eyes...
