broken toes
would you forgive my sins,
a home without shame?
Poetry
All That I Wish Is
memories of you,
burning cigarettes and booze
got me through,
you got me through.
Knocked Out
And somewhere in there,
NOTHING said,
“Maybe she just needed reassurance.”
Letters to Susan
OH! our love
lives on in the emptiest parts of space:
all of the space that composes my being.
In The Suburbs
she said, “I thought you hated
The Suburbs.”
“I did.”
The Haircut
You shed not a single tear
as he mutilated your fragile identity.
Psalm for Jody #13
There is no poem good enough for you;
none I could say, “There! This is for you!”
Buffalo Dance for the Dead
in my dreams, there is death,
often dismemberment, symbolic
in far too many ways,
a Houston, Texas, if you will.
