it sounds like the hands of a clock: it sounds
like a bike chain slapping: it sounds like famine-
-coughing: trumpets call and wings unfurl
like poison for children who have not learned to count in the dark
Read MoreBeginning with a Line by Paul Celan
Reveille
Masquerade As
My friend is trying to get me
to remember this time I can’t
remember since I wasn’t there
from the Driver Seat of My 2004 Jeep Grand Cherokee
from Boston’s Deer Island Wastewater Treatment Plant
from the Sierra Nevadas, After the Flood
Dick names his land Jane. hi, Jane!
we can assume this means Dick owns Jane.
In the new heat, plant resin
clings to folds among stems, but these bees forage
trash.
Plum trees realize the wind
w/ hot courtyard splats
hungry yellowjackets plow
mouthparts into.
glide under the mass I’ve built give you all the water you could ever drink
Read More1998
Hear, on the cusp of second millennium
sonic drone of endless septendecim
mating in the trees; this is their moment—
brood color-cast in standard screen ratio,
Kansas brood, pride of the Midwest—hear them
from the comfort of your mother’s full womb.