Sad Robots
clean steel: inflexible, but
where they’re strong
is where they’re weak.
In a Recent Dream, I Met Stephen King
He said he loved one of my poems, so I asked him which one. He responded, “The one about dying.”
Samba da Sua Terra
Light as swash, her soles
left no trace in the sand,
sandals pelagic like caravels.
Axiom of the Outside
Sometimes you surrender to your destiny, / a scratched-torn cardboard suitcase
Normal in Wyoming
My doctor says I’m doing fine. He tells me everything
is normal. Honestly, I no longer know how to rattle him,
and it scares me.
My Uncle Teaches Me About Prayer
the early blue-sky bird sings
and in my half-sleep i say
hohou!