Poet Laundry

(Scratching Out This New Arizona Life)   In the air, the scent of mesquite trees and fry bread.   By the side of the road, a dar...

  all i wore was the solid ruby   on my breastbone   and the moonlight upon my skin   and your hands sent to measure me ...

When you found me I was face up in snow,   crows pecking my neck,   my voice box removed in bloody clumps around me,   my ...