BEFORE GOING INSIDE, SHE SAT

Before going inside, she sat

down on the top step

leading to her

lanai,

and offered her body

to the sunlight

and the air,

because

it was too

much for her.

Eventually she rose and looked

down at the emerging garden

in the backyard: lilacs,

irises, chives,

chard and more,

all wanting into her

world.

IMPOLITIC

When a half

(or a whole

for

that

matter)

crazy person

looks at you,

what do they

see?

Heaven and hell

and everything

in

between

all at once. You

are a mirror.

Love

can

withstand

the crazy person’s

gaze, but

only

LOVE

can look back.

PÁJARO EN SU EXTRANJERO

Pájaro en su extranjero,

volves con la primavera

de extinción al

esta calle

roja

de mi

norte azul.

If you feel like it.

Otherwise, stay put

until your brightness

is too much for

distance.

I am

watching

from the ark

always, it seems,

especially in the morning

of my conviction, cuando

silencio camino

el

mar.

I WAS KICKING THE SHIT

I was kicking the shit

out of my

appetite

for

elementary,

listening to Kris

Davis play the piano

like

a panda

wearing plaid

in Patagonia improper,

when my phone

made a sound

that

meant

I had a voicemail,

before making the sound

that meant I had

a call.

I was basically

me, after

all.

I WAS GOOD-LOOKING

I was good-looking

for awhile

and

then

ambiguity

caught up with my face.

Now I listen to the Mariners

with all the fascination

of my energy

for

more.

No one is looking

at me, because

I don’t know

is

all

they

behold

on my formerly

firm with the certainty

of the wanness

of things,

face.