8/21/18: Potatoes (And All Their Eyes)

if only I might

be as set to penetrate

darkness that solid


8/20/18: Juggling Furniture

your arms grow

leaden and still it seems more

concept than practice

8/17/18: You Still Don’t Understand

noises each

animal makes—each singing

in its own key

8/13/18: The Usual Traffic This Time of Day

blocks of worries

parading—nothing could

impede them now