Poetry
Spring 1998
Hypnagogic
Thank you. I slept so comfortably that upon awakening in a brief racket of the birds I slept at once a second time, & so on. Human beings lost their […]
Poetry
Spring 1998
Sick Day
Mama, I came down pup-sick among the bureaucrats! Inside my skin I felt fever choose me the way shame regularly used to, on the playground. Home, rumple-bedded, I keep stumbling […]