Poetry

The radiator gurgles to itself above the window you left open to the cold. At first the cochleae roar out a false alarm: the cedars are ragged with motion and they blur with

There is a necessary jar where I keep the sea when it shuts off its sounds where the callous of noon is trimmed with radishes, olive boughs behind my headboard I whisper with

see the black boy made of wood, a pleated ass, a curve – see where fingers gnaw him a smeared color. gouts rooting, teeth scratching the bone. he stands, once a tree – diced limbs,

when you force a laugh and silence pushes back at you like a wave against a wall hang up something shiny when you stride across the room in slippers draw energy like a