Letters to my Daughters
...Every plum has a past.
When you puncture the skin, you don’t think
of where it’s been, but how it tastes....
what happens when you watch jaws backwards
Outside the window
the freeway threw up enough cars
that they had to open a parking lot. People died
by the truckload...
i shoot horses
I shoot horses. Or, I have.
I have shot horses. I have stood on a hill
and written you a long and involved letter
regarding my feelings....
Dreamhorse
You wrinkle in this palace you will curdle
this pony as it molds to my face. My love
shrieks from postured sculpture. This space
is elegant with...
To find a priceless home
You sift through hours
of tongues you find a ring
to echo and binding
an eye strewn on your wrist...