Portrait of an Insomniac Opening His Fridge at 2 AM

There is salvation
in the plum juice gone stale

The iced ginger beer tastes
like the skin of a blizzard skirting the edge
of a ghost town

Lights thaw into total eclipse

Night reigns supreme in this house

All my barriers fall
like silk stockings to the floor

Let me walk into the courtyard
& sleep the unpolluted sleep
of a snowman

Come morning, the sun’s
hundred masts will wake me
into the gladness of water


I helped you
up and gnawed
what was left to the core.


As a child, when I wanted
cheese, I asked for Kraft or Velveeta.

Hotel Monteleone

Later, she understood that there would be only money—and not all that much.