Let me stretch my mouth wide /
as a summer afternoon /
and say it loud, say it sticky /
say the days and their yellow hands / and the air so open / you could walk inside it
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
In Praise of my Threaded Eyebrows
A seed that gave birth
to a legacy worth each bruised
palm from each time you lose
your grip
& fall to roots or feet,
bare feet.
The Matador
She tempts / death & leaves me, her mistress in the stands, / silk handkerchief between my teeth.
Two Poems
my mentor said once a poem can be whatever you want it to be. / so i bury the poem in the river & the body in the fire.
Two Poems
A nickname for God: The Lord Elephant. Lord mule.
Lord’s acres. Hospital Lord. Texas for God Alabama.
God’s sea of blue tarps.
