Poetry
if you want honey
swallow bees
Cleaning the House
i wouldn't sweep the kitchen
for just anyone
it takes a morning
where she whispers
i remember
how you lost
the stuffed bear
and all the stories you wrote
in your head
by the train
where your father worked
and i can bring them back
Leaving Again
if our war galloped into a prism
what would come out the other end
the animals don’t know why we hate each other
they just want their bones on time
we scatter like light on the porch
like that quiet winter night
where you danced like flowers
swinging alone like a rifle after a rabbit stops
