Poet Laundry

    I’ve always been a Mustang girl,   but this— cherry red and just my size,   caught my eye, turned my head, full throttle...

  there’s something about glow that feels just right, as if i’m hovering, too, weightless and flickering like flame   candles, swa...

  near the greenhouse the hive was being smoked   soothing the bees gorging themselves on honey   the garden pale as a powdere...

  A thousand trees from sunset, each with a hand held out our windows   cupping an apricot wind, a warm pine breeze combs through ou...

  You understood nothing except the piece of yourself you tore out of us and tossed at the fault line beating like a heart. ...