Isn’t It Romantic


how he bends the wrist almost until it snaps

and the fist gives into opening

so that the pills spill and scatter

like a strand of pearls

pulled off a neck in haste —

this is how desperately he wanted me

to live: like a man dying to see me

naked, no embellishment



Initiation

"Your friend has entered the tribe / of those who’ve buried their mothers"