When he slid out of you, he cried and just kept on crying ( Read more... )

We planted pubic hairs in the shifting garden of our bed ( Read more... )

assembled out of thoughts,
your words fell
apart easily,
and feelings underneath
creased the forehead you
save for kisses,
if it weren’t for the darkness
of the night and
the solitudes of stars and planets
appearing from here
as if they’re close together,
I’d have to say
your lips are slow to
convey what I think you
might be
thinking.

Leaving Central Islip ( Read more... )

she has photographs tilted ( Read more... )

she wants someone she can start over with ( Read more... )

I rise and tiptoe ( Read more... )

Little pools of rain, lobsters under beach chairs ( Read more... )

my uncle roger is the man ( Read more... )

Headlights in the driveway ( Read more... )