Previously Published Poems

The January Effect

        I liked where my hand was a moment ago,   but even this is changing.   They say the way January goes so goes the year,   and China’s market had plunged into the open mouth of a lily hiding underground.   So goes meaning, so slips mystification—   these evening…

You Nearly Always Feel This Way Now

            You nearly always wake in a panic, thinking the time has passed just before the alarm sounds, or the moment just before the highway exit appears you could have sworn you’d missed it a while back, or that impulse to drop, and much later to return to putting the…

Safari

as sure as he wants her she wants a different he and that different he wants the very next other she who walks into the party and she doesn’t plan on leaving through the same door she walked into either she was near capture he was repeated escape he dances her she manages the space…

Shrimp, Headless Already

  I’ll teach you to peel all the legs and thorax   in one piece once I learn   when skin is this fresh you see through the body   and notice bait bloating in the mouth   of the willing   we were always either laboring or are labored over   I’m learning to…

Oysters

      it helps to think it’s a game a stone you find and shuck         but then how could you be this girl I knew a little dove too soon – without enough evil trying to shake the world’s grip as she falls toward the back of your throat   again    …

Tropical Pineapple with Umbrella

  she won’t talk about her time in Cuba or the drugs he cut into her breasts   right before the colors blurred passing through his hand like the gray chaos   of a sharp-edged edifice   but she’ll say the stint on the steamboat casino back to Miami made it worth it   she…

Anchovies

    we’ve come all the way from Oklahoma for locals to ask if we’re celebrities  No     she says     climbing out of the back of a convertible in a bathing suit with an almost empty bottle when we thought no one was watching      everyone was watching and forever meant…

Maybe On Your Way Home

      The reddest watermelon you can find like the photograph in my mother’s dresser, seedless, if you prefer.   A pot of honey, local to Oklahoma, same pollens of the bee who lingers at the back door (or whatever the pharmacist recommends).   Garlic stuffed olives,   or the branch given to the…

To Drown the Lily Turf

      I’m suspicious of the freedom affluence offers from restraint how the light comes to blur what the light defines until the gold from your fingertips brushes the noonwhite heat and outlines a naked skyline until the stranger in me who can love you sneaks in and hides behind my face and the…

Sweet Meat

  I’m mad for the way he orders market priced food   & the smell off the ocean & the booze   we’ve been treating enjoyment strictly as still life   until I’m finally mad about it like when he says I own you I know a little about how a proprietor views passion  …