The moon is a Punch in the sky.

A boy is carrying a bruise.

And nobody is talking to either of them
about ordinary things.

These things I know,
and in knowing, can do . . .

You wrestle the car seat’s five-point harness,
scrabble for a foothold in the new life.

We Need to Talk about Shoes
 
The right shoes
for work, party, funeral.
 

Grandad keeps pigeons and canaries
 
in the same cage. He has never hurt me. He probably could . . .

That way a river crimps eddies in its skin
is this matter of my unreliable breath.

You’d come in the front door
and whistle, I’d be upstairs
and whistle back

      In My Last Phone Call Did I say it looks like rain? I meant the sky is black with a thirst only crying can quench, clouds smothering the hills. Did I say this was my home? It was a mistake. The walls are collapsing even as I paint myself into a...

There is no evidence anywhere that Albert Einstein ever said the definition of insanity is ‘is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results’ except there he is, all over the Internet, being attributed with having done exactly that.