Sunday, January 8, 2017


Jesse cuts mango
he’s sad the warehouse
has been leveled:
now the snow man can widen
his ice cream parking lot
now cry for my uncle
now eat fruit in bed
yellow from another place
in the morning
the empty plate will laugh
Andrea kisses her dog
like a clock
now write letters 
to the dying –
the family is a house,
a bulletin board, a cupboard
(symphonies, cynicism 
also air and salt and trees)
gestures, gasps
shining leaves
clogging the drain

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