tuesday in la
Like blood in the water
Some stain expands forever
From my arm that gripped yours
a blank page
homesick
watching the clock on sunday
memorial of the war of the rose
tabula rasa
hurricane
an american prayer
Tell me what it felt like
Because none of us can remember
Tell me did we leave it at the bottom
if poetry is hiding
licks of honey
I dreamt of love as a rose in blood
I dreamt of love as a war in vain
biting the bullet
Sometimes I picture the gun in the window across the street
thursday
the clothes seem beaten,
still crumpled in the seats where we sat
In dreams
You carry me into sleep, I sing back
Softly, sadly, steadily
Steel like
The cage surrounding the heart