Descriptive Narrative of Family
Only one student left
sitting among empty chairs,
dark hair spilling down her back
as she mothers her essay.
Category / Poetry
In Bed
talking nonsense into the down
you call me your horse girl
because I am big & blond
and simple in my cruelty.
In the Bassinet
At Gymboree,
my daughter plays
with a funny girl.
Drunken feet.
Listing head.
One Minnesota Winter
I craved the taste of orange-
flavored baby aspirin. In fact,
my mother caught me
standing on top of the toilet
to open the mirrored door
Dirty Water
At the final turn of winter, I saw a man
snap his car door open at a stop light, press
a fist’s worth of burger wrappers and the squared
plastic from cigarette packs onto the snow-sheened
pavement, snap his car door shut, and drive off.
Homeowner Georgic
The idea seems to be
to go into debt
for a house and yard
you’ll keep, if not productive,
neat and comfortable out of respect
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The things one can discover
opening a garage door—
this Sunday morning
it’s that a variety of condoms
is sold as formal wear.
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Plush slippers call cold feet
aside the rusting medical bed in my room.
Warm wet thighs, burn early morning alarm.
I wait for Sandra’s routine to ensue,
she smells like my birthday
The Long Way
I go home the long way,
via the muse, the roses,
the curly numbers on the letter boxes.
By the lush green park,
poems come in fours.