Poems

Passenger

Rattle / November 14, 2009

I wonder at your nonchalance as you drive one-handed, not even that— two-fingered, really while the world flies by at […]

Rattle / November 12, 2009

That was the summer I fell asleep in German and woke up in French. I lay down on the earth,

Rattle / November 9, 2009

Cassandra’s beside me at the nail salon, getting the dark parts of her feet sanded off. Liver troubles turned my

Rattle / November 7, 2009

though they may leave you, travel

Rattle / November 6, 2009

You didn’t know the boy sitting next to you in Watercolor 101 was going to shutter himself in the car,

Rattle / November 4, 2009

Now, I remember nothing of Danny but the smudge of freckles that hovered above his upper lip, that constellation an