Category: no.2

• after [My Life has stood – a Loaded Gun]

  my life had stood untethered / and then my eyes – cut through

• Keepsakes

  My mother often recognizes her father in the outline of my shadow.

• Oh God

  We went and / picked oranges / in front of my house

• How to Live on the Dead

  My mother was born the year of the rabbit, / and this April my house has become a warren / of cottontails.