December 2011
3 posts
First, the war, the act of war, the plunder, raiding. It’s like how hair could bristle before you even had your beautiful hair.
Look up from your computer like there’s no such thing as an armor piercing cartridge.
Your eyes are two harrier jets. Your smile is a harrier jet. Everything in you is named for what it hunted.
The agency has released its preliminary report on the Sept 15 crash.
Things can be too right, like really clean hair.
Be faced with what’s facing you from across the room. Later you
Relax. A few weird gifts in the bottom of a heavy bag. Nice vest, by the way.
The Mare
in Middle Welsh is
something
stuffed into
a shoe closet under
the computer
overflows with flowers
firemen arrive in the office and we
trade significant glances
...