A life of leisure, my friends called it,
a cage is what I say
Looking Forward to Retirement in 2040
Poetry
Knot
A covenant, we called it. Something to enter
i know you don’t like flowers so i put a blanket over our headstone
bodies decay faster in summer
upstairs bathroom
i am dangling over the sink
scrubbing my tongue off
Butterfly Haiku
Heaven’s glamour queen
cityscape
The city is a threat. Frozen canals overflowing with siren
To the Swamp Monster at the End of My Creek
The other kids cried and bawled at the slush mass
I Ran
Pointed horns and offset jaw
Pause
I ripen daily— a peach, a plum
the color of bruise
V O W E L S spread like jam
They told me once that loving in Spanish is different from loving someone in English
