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.
When the Help Arrives
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.
The Heart Needs No Roof
Because the house where
your dreams became real
had stone walls and no roof
to block its view of the volcano
even now there come nights
Multiple Choice(s)
You can find the Vietnamese cafe
kitty-corner from Swedish Hospital
or get fish and chips or burgers
along the water. You can kiss
a man or a woman, or a man
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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