The Sea Turtle
Shoulder-deep in the sea turtle’s nest,
I search for remains, nothing alive.
The tiny turtles would have climbed
over each other, forming a living ladder
out of their sandy birth canal
Nurses
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The Gravedigger Thinks Of
The gravedigger sits on the backhoe smoking a cigarette. It’s quiet beneath the trees that partially hide him from the
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Things They Save
Because I stopped to shine my shoes in the street with spit on a hankie, I am fine and dandy
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Diagnosis HIV
I don’t know why I always saywhat I think she wants me to saywhen she asks if this infection—these sores,
Nurses, Poems, Tributes
The Street of the Cellist
for Dan When at last you find the street of the cellist, may the dread that accompanied you fall by