living like a tree
can I too,
reach out,
and accept
all I need to live?
Lucky Jefferson
Snow
we will not
see when morning
sun melts it.
The Earth Called Back
I had an imaginary friend: a giraffe named Lulu.
The Foreign Husband’s First Family Reunion
His history is whispered, and all identify him for his complexion.
What Light Does
The oranges have gone a bit soft, the apples are delicately
Today
low hum
door slam
clickclack
nothing.
This Way Or That
standing
there - patiently -
as if amused
that the fire
could spread
this way
or that
She will sing you to sleep
When you wake there are harsh syllables to grab at you, yell, threaten!
On Death and Living
it calmed me to have
the bridge
of my nose
stroked gently with the pad of her index finger
Vegetable Archive
julienning my hands, trying to
pickle nineteen-years-old among
white malt and “what’s your major again?”