- you can dance you little
one, but know...

Music loudly crests your red chair,
can you hear it...

Ah, Christmas --
The Triumph of...

Fingers curl, knuckles press upon teeth.
Anxiety, pain, longing rains down upon the...

Fly forth into the next,
hurtle on through as flesh and bone...

Icing chocolate-pastry-textured squares,
Coves contained within wisdom wrinkled cliffs of...

On the palm of my hand sit six candles,
uneven in size, shape; yet...

I sleep by the waking light
& eat more what they do not...

Not real, no,
no more than a smiling paper bust...

Watermelon, three-quarts of a ball in
shape, piled in a plasticky pink square bowl...