Poems

Home Visit: Jenny

Rattle / December 9, 2009

When I arrived, she had been alone with the body for three weeks: her mother a puddle on the bathroom […]

Rattle / December 7, 2009

You believe my body a map. It is an island to which you flock only to lose yourself, to find

Rattle / December 6, 2009

Like a man’s remains in the belly of a whale, the throat cultures its own pain. A cruelty—a secret

Rattle / December 4, 2009

c. 1940 Would like to have gotten on board only to realize he’d be told he couldn’t,

Rattle / December 3, 2009

Perhaps its Baptist Donkey rides Mom trailer trips to McDonalds Arkansas tire swings Ya’ll come back now and smothered biscuits

Rattle / December 1, 2009

I think my neighbor is dead, or maybe I don’t know what to do with a neighbor so quiet compared