waking—hand
on string—inching a crab
to the surface
Month: February 2018
2/27/18: Half-Sleeping
the moon
and a single headlight
staring
2/26/18: Literary Executor
for digesting
everything, a goat is
always best
2/25/18: Looking Forward
it’s the unread
stack of books inching upward—
this weight on my heart
2/24/18: Perhaps You Remember
we held hands
beneath the table—hot
current hidden
2/23/18: A Romantic Mind
seeing fallow fields
as rumpled—momentary
disarray
2/22/18: Racing Mind
one notion,
then a roiling boil
on a cold stove
2/21/18: “I Never Understand Your Haiku”
a scale of heat
in ginger—each taste buried
by the next
2/20/18: The Net Misses
today’s
thought—a sieve too loose
to embrace
2/19/18: Unforecasted
sensing warmth and—
then suddenly snow—throwing
blankness before us
