The two-faced god
of Romans and swindlers...

Worry is a white
fox, a snowy ermine...

We stood under the deck
in the dark watching...

I think about death in the morning
while combing my hair, examining...

If I silently go past, then know-
I am too enraptured with...

Waves of green!
Oh, torrential deluge...

I danced beneath the stars with you-
a closeness I should never have allowed...

The best writers have childhoods
where I have an empty jar...

I feel like I've known you
ever since I sprouted out of the garden...

The Seven Sisters slink their way
across a crystal winter sky...

Death is a woman
at the height of her beauty. She...

So much newness in the soft crushing
of a ripe red seeded...