Poetry
Summer 1995
While the Secretaries Compose the Engineers’ Torah
They want a chance at solitaire, the version played on screen. They like the dealer’s impersonal hum, how he shuffles the blank display into flashing diamonds and queens. The secretaries […]
Poetry
Summer 1995
Procession
The day after I die God appears in my backyard, shakes his head, can’t find me anywhere. Sniffs around the lilacs, of course lilacs, of course it’s spring and I […]