The “Lyric I” tied its sheets together and flew the coop, confessed itself off the balcony.
All the rain in the world
is falling, makinga door you can’t open.
We made a dance of all the ways
we’d hurt our bodies.
I wanted to play Gabriel in a tinsel crown,but was cast as the Little Drummer. I hoped to carry the crucifix, to ferry the chalice down the long corridor of St. Aloysius
The forest opens wide then closes once
After curbing what hasn’t sold
I sit across the street and spy on people
taking what this morning was mine.
The cold is a knife-slice on the skin.
