Technicolor Coronation Day
It’s Technicolor Coronation Day.
Our phones and television screens are lit.
All skeletons are neatly tucked away.
Love Song with Plum
I take what he offers, a plum,
round and plump,
deeper than amethyst purple.
I lift the fruit from his palm.
For a Piano Abandoned in the Breadbasket
Perhaps it was too heavy
for the horses to haul it all the way west
or something else just mattered more.
It Kept Always Being Sunday
Before my mother died, and after.
I thought of Paul: before Jimmy died, and after.
The narratives of hope grew irksome.
Mind Too Much
Ten years ago after reading Neruda’s Poetry on a plane, I stood in the immigration line at JFK and vowed to dedicate myself fully to poetry. … I love how a poem can upend a person’s life.