fine poetry to turn your world around
Cleaning Your HandsTaking your hands in mineI am shocked that theyare covered with grime,that the aides didn’t notice how dirty they were.To love is to go beyond whatone imagined what love was.The hand sanitizer I hadin my cloth bag couldn’tdilute the color stuck tothe cuticles of your nails, the backs of your hands, your palm […]
How heavy it was my mother’s dead body in my arms wet wool limbs dangling like ball chain with bent back I heaved her onto the oak plank rolling her poundage flesh sinew fat. In my hand today dense hunk of lard– animal fat to melt in the griddle I peel the potatoes and quarter […]
Next Time You Interview a Unicorn Prepare Better QuestionsYou’re alone waiting for a bus in freezing wind, blowing on frostbitten fingers. I feel sorry for you. I’m here to watch the aurora borealis predicted for tonight, a first this far south. So, I answer. Yes, I have family and friends. I am an alicorn of […]
What I Might Do I’ll visit the spot without wondering about anything. I won’t ask what could have been different, what the witnesses witnessed or didn’t. I’ll say gone is just a way of talking about ourselvesstill being here. I’ll hope this tastepasses swiftly from my mouth and I’ll refuserequests to describe it. If anyone […]
