The Bats Are Having Non-Penetrative Sex in a Church
Like Christian kids, hopped up on guilt and hormones, looking for a loophole— the bat’s penis is too […]
Poems
Fable Telling How Night Invented Herself Out of Sound
nights I was afraid of the moon or spiders or the janitor who was always whistling I’d cross the long
An Act of Sabotage
Because I was young and heretical
(I wanted to be a radical) I spiked
trees to save them. This, I was told,
was the right thing to do: each tree
found with a spike ruins the forest
around it. It wasn’t true, of course.
The Addiction Bird
In a dream
someone calling your name
from a far sea. A sign
from Allah. Says the book
of which, oriole, people.
For Years, I Believed That
You were my biggest mistake. In the yard,
our second son gave way to a shard
of glass and still, you did nothing. Kept mum.
Knife to air and he was taxing the sum
Kite Weather
I drive Miss Carr to her kidney dialysis
in my taxi at 5 a.m.
She’s 43 and clutches
a ratty blanket.
At the clinic she lays back
on a gray vinyl bed-chair