To Oz

poetry, Uncategorized
  We believed in scholarship, +++++++++ignoring God, darkened living rooms, +++++++++cats winding around shins. I learned how to read in one +++++++++language at the age of four and in another…

Self Portrait as Genus Madoqua

poetry
  For the first time, I am digging in the new yard I never wanted, its soil unbroken for decades, now webbed with roots from trees felled and shredded long…

Lily of the Valley

poetry
  Many people, myself included, profess fondness, though once I ripped them out by the handful. What was I thinking, that afternoon and those ten years? Now when my mother…

Words from a Head

poetry
  Enter…the QUEEN with SUFFOLK’S head —Henry VI How long did I lie in the pool of my own life before you brought me to your lips? There was a…

Structure

poetry
  For months afterwards, I don’t long for wildness. I listen less to songs than their chord progressions, read only Agatha Christie novels, set rigid rules about when to sleep…

Deconsecration

poetry
  My new roommate’s car is a no man’s land of things that belonged to an ex-husband and his ex-wife. My roommate, the mutual neutral friend, patiently ferries these objects…

Lochia

poetry
  I’m always rinsing something in the sink. At night, nursing bra unhooked, I press lanolin onto a fingertip. No one will ever take care of me again. Before I…