9/30/16: Sitting in the Dark Early

somewhere not here—

a whining car not starting,

begging for life

9/29/16: Predictions

one turn—

shadows ahead

follow

9/28/16: LaSalle and North

wind dries

and the raw rub of air

strips us

9/27/16: Might’ve

watching birds light,

noting the moment they know

they’ve done it before

9/26/16: Revised Memory

overwritten

sky—contrails etched once more

in steam

9/25/16: As

this humidity—

air as heavy with water

as breath

9/24/16: My Crush on Anne Sexton

black hair, black eyes,

and night inviting me out

with a whisper

9/23/16: Second Grade in Texas

we learned of

hot maple sap made candy

by snow

9/22/16: At the Last Minute

the abrupt plea

of a cicada dropping

at our feet

9/21/16: News From a Friend

she says she’s living

between sleeping—her sun poised

at the hinge of noon