Poet Laundry

  The severed heads of roosters littered the drive, the yard.   We walked round them unsure of what we’d missed—   some co...

  It rained that Sunday like riot in the streets after midnight.   It was hellish, but still I wrote you love letters, drowning—...

  you ask me to and i don’t know how to answer   i want to know   what it’s like to stay now   so much in that look ...

i come   swept into the tidal wave of you   mashed up on this ocean floor   how do you undo me like this   my gift i...

  The shell cage inside me swings with a haunted bird, eyes wide mid-molting that never completes.   The cage door is open, bu...