A plastic bag hangs on the door knob: A makeshift garbage can You left yesterday at four o' clock At least, that was your plan You should know by now that we ca...

This is my anthem It is painted on the bridge in spray paint and mud, In failure and courage Broken bottles bed the ground where I stand As painted runs down th...

Fields as flat as the expression on your face Last I saw you Those harvest leaves, these slaughtered rows Of sticks and stones and corn stalks And the best thin...

He said to me, "have you seen the constellations? I could show you what they mean" I guess I'd like to see anything That would make life seem less lonely The C...

Don't go to sleep There is a story I would like to tell you About a girl who went to the zoo one sunny afternoon And she saw animals in homes that weren't their...

My alarm clock interrupts another nightmare I'll have another coffee juice Mom is that toast for you Because I am not really hungry (At least until this body wa...

Moments gather, intimate: familiar pavement, baby shit Hearts re-break along old lines Like spreading urine stains Like fat fingers flailing in vain attempts to...

Last year I left a box of milk in the hall Behind the heater to go bad; a rotten smell I'll never pretend that I didn't know What she was doing in the stall Je...

I am getting hungry again When will the sharp pains end? I thought this was something called control I am like those drawings I like-the ones with thin sketchy ...

I sling lattes evenings and weekends The bleach stains on my black jeans are covered up with marker I'm gonna quit my jo And stop the locks with glue I'm gonna...

Morning tiles meet slippered feet Dishes fill the kitchen sink Your ears are dulled by sleepless nights And our voices almost never meet You sit on the weakest ...

God (with a cry of fear) She climbs up the stairs with her glass of water, Kneels down and turns the bed lamp on The singing silence, her soaking shirt sleeves;...

My closet's full; Mostly of old clothes Some are too big Some are too small All are embarrassing Books I didn't read Have stiff spines And fill my boxes I wait...

This is the story at the crosswalk: the cars drive right up on my shoes These days bad days are common The city is changing A jackhammer bounces off the walls a...