Burger King
The first man in line can’t find his money.
He slaps at the pockets of his jeans and his jacket.
The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
“Everyone’s good in a crisis,” says my brother-in-law’s wife
to my brother-in-law, who seems less than pleased to have
this information, he having just said, “I’m good in a crisis”
Nostos
We had not quite been arguing
that night—but talking, discussing
how I answer any mood of yours
that falls below cheery contentment
with a litany of solutions
Poetic Closure
From the title on, the poet said,
you set up a series of expectations
within the reader. Then
you either fulfill or subvert them.
Fight
Pick up, I said, and talk to me, you said, come
home and talk to me, I said, not until we can talk, you said
Never Asking
Winter nights we wore socks to bed and still
shuddered like thin panes against the wind.