Crowded Heavens Over New Jersey
Even when we drag the trash cans
to the curb, we look up. A nightlife
in the sky. We heard it’s al-Qaeda,
we heard it’s the government.
Poets Respond
Big Head
They carried the big head
through the streets, detached
from its neck and its body
but spilling all its evil
everywhere they carried it
Spotify Wrapped Comes Out as
Spotify Wrapped drops like a priest’s robe,
a holy unveiling: you are 97% melancholy,
a top listener of rainstorms recorded in tin buckets.
Somewhere It’s Always Thanksgiving
Last night when I crawled into bed and switched off the light,
too tired to read, too tired for an audio book on low volume even,
I said what I called my evening prayer, which is more of a recap
of the day and a short run down of all I should be thankful for.
The Most Beautiful Word
Terrible and terrific come from the same root:
terror. Most days I assume difference
means divergence. Most nights my horizontal
body lays down next to my son’s to ensure
he grows up to be a tender-hearted vertical
citizen.
Indemnity
Mudslides aren’t covered.
Nor jewelry over fifteen-hundred dollars
unless you have a rider.
A live tree taken down by a storm
and falling through your master bedroom?
Covered. But a dead one?