Colonel Mustard & the Dijon 5
and we swarm it like flies / windows
Tag 365 Collection
A Sippy Cup Laments
milk, streaming from my open lip
Down on Grafton St.
Step by step, the cobblestones
remind me to stay sober.
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