Down on Grafton St.
Step by step, the cobblestones
remind me to stay sober.
Category Poetry
On Green Dolphin Street
fat,
burping tenor runs
where god is called the Name
during torah reading, we played lion king/
Sighing Places
Thick with dice
or loose with change
Memory From Somewhere
the breeze tasted like
a chain-link fence
When the old man at the grocery asks you what an avocado is
like a verdant archipelago
Fruit Waxing Poetic
The wavelength of red.
The lineage of honeycrisp
Maybe the Fruit
Matte Meyer lemon, dimple-skinned orange
Bulbous
Sundays
silver marching, a promenade of paper plates.
Phantom Limb
The psychic tells me I’ve lived
many lives on many planets.