Turtle head, poke out of shell
and water, barely send out
ripples. Arms outstretched, slowly
tread water, breathe in
a deep, turtle breath,
wade shallow
near, and on, and over
the surface; you are everywhere.
Acorn in the years-ago ground,
Poetry
TO TIFFANY FROM INTRO TO PHILOSOPHY OR WAS IT STEP TEAM
Brent isn’t at the Yellow House, is unreachable by phone, hasn’t seen Vicky, who went to Iceland, for days, talked to Bear, who never liked him like that because he sleeps exclusively with Georgia, who also hasn’t heard from Brent …
First Date & Weights
FIRST DATE
He told me about his drinking,
about his deep fascination
with the inner workings
of his own mind
that has come to
replace his drinking
now that he—one day at a time—
no longer drinks—
God, grant
A Test of My Womanhood
To walk down the street is a test of my womanhood.
Onlookers keep on looking.
I am beleaguered with looks of assessment.
I am the vanishing point that engulfs the eyes of the cityscape,
A positive magnet to the negative …
All Hands Chantey
The men of the first co-ed class at Gunnery School.
Naval Training Center, 1995.
We didn’t know anything about octopus love or donkeys falling for emus in captivity.
We knew about boot camp hook-ups and A-school weddings.
We
False Offering & First Day As A Ghost
False Offering
Sometimes I look at my altar, all the brass, lavender, and candles, and I worry
that it is too crowded, that some gods can’t see their sigils, that the clutter will
confuse the divine. But some
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