Five Poems
Dear Person You Think You Are
Ask the person you think you are
if she needs to lie down on this couch,
still firm after so many...
Train Overflowing
One man dug into the last seat
as though to disappear
& I didn’t know my husband was dying
Lovers returned to conversation
left mid-sentence and who
was real...
Death of James Dean
The one who is rarely,
if ever, discussed is
Donald Gene Turnupseed,
the driver who
collided with James Dean
on the 13th of September
in ’55.
The sun was in...
Independence Day
Blue tile
set in white grout
cools
my bare legs,
each neat square
an island
in want
of a harbor.
Half clothed,
I sit against
white porcelain,
painting my big toe.
She opens the...
Self-Portrait as M.C. Escher Drawings
Kaleidoscopes in the eyes
fracture her clavicles onto
the ceiling, his stubble projected
onto the wall across the room.
Flower vases hang
in the air.
Everything is where
nothing is.
It’s...
