Insult to Injury
I find an old air gun
and a can of ammo
down in the basement
in a cardboard moving box,
along with some other stuff,
flotsam from previous lives.
Chapbooks
Abandoned Bicycle
A bicycle—a nice one—
has been locked to the lamp post
all summer and fall.
Cheap Motels of My Youth
They lay somewhere between
the Sleeping In The Car era
and my current and probably final era,
the Best Western or Courtyard Marriott era.
Misting
is the one thing involving flowers
I’m reasonably good at. Daybreak
finds me in the yard with my hose,
attentive as a bee.
Praise Dance
i close my legs. i’m starting to smell
like a woman and the other girls can tell.
they spread wide and bend forward,
breathe giggles into the floor.
On My First Day of Kindergarten
i picked a rose for my bus driver
from the bushes outside of my older
brother’s window. it was pink and red
like the deer split beside me
at the end of the driveway,
reeking of fresh cut
grass.