A woman laughs
and my daughter steps out of the radio.
Grief spreads in my throat like strep.
Lola the Lion Tamer and the Great Valdini
in Nikes and jeans
sharing a tired cigarette
Sweep away the phone call, the image of the crash. Make a mantle of green snakeskin, the eye of an owl, an oriole wing. Slip that over your shoulders. Spit … Continue reading
My son and I walk away from his sister’s day-old grave. Our backs to the sun, the forward pitch of our shadows tells us the time. By sweetest accident he … Continue reading