not free
the tree out front and i have dermatitis.
the tree’s is most spectacular: papery
curling shelves on trunk and limbs. my sickness:
delighting in the suffering of others.
the tree out front and i have dermatitis.
the tree’s is most spectacular: papery
curling shelves on trunk and limbs. my sickness:
delighting in the suffering of others.
my stepmother would pick me up from her parents’ house.
i would have been asleep. i sat in the back seat.
that am radio: i can tune it in at will now,
making wishes that never come true.
i haven’t forgotten the flower that hid in your bosom,
or the honey of your voice when we both had landlines.
the winter dried up all our bushes, but sweetie, it’s spring:
these wings, they know their purpose.
TIK-ka-tik-TIK ka-POP tik TIK-ka-tik BANG
neighborhood hambone, cooling-off cars.
no cats. crisp. too busy for midnight. jeez,
the cops. tomorrow. ENOUGH.
seven hundred bucks a decade and a half ago.
three times in the pawnshop since.
i loan it out. it sings for better hands
than mine. a good investment.