On One Side the Ocean, the Other the Bay
They are so much smaller than you’d think,
the Assateague ponies marching
up from the marsh
to the road
like an olive branch.
Metamorphoses : Seth & Osiris
How can you tell a coyote isn’t born from the air
I saw one last night its eyes
the white first blush of a lantern carrying itself
to morning & I’m quiet now
This Is the Error That Fascinates
I asked
how does it feel to have no feelings?
They said
Like trying to eat a bagel, but when you bite down
the only thing in your mouth is the hole.
The Made Path
Consider the cow,
wise beyond her calling,
who knows the woods and pasture
by ground her muzzle rarely leaves
Pre-Cana pt. 2: His Name
Purgatory calls me by old names:
Come, have a meal with me, Piano Fingers
Picks from the rotisserie chicken—sickened—Stop all these questions