Poetry
Summer 1991
The Story of Keys
If you would give methe key to your houseI would think of it as a one-dimensionalmountain range. I would hold it upto the skyand study how cloudsdrink in its valleys. […]
Poetry
Summer 1991
Los Amantes
I play marimba on your rib cagewhile you whistle through my thighbone. We click clack up down escalators, you rattling around me taking tiny elegant steps, whisking your skirt from […]