In the dream of prunes

I love my hands and the stick of my hands and how my hands stick. The kitchen floor creeks all evening, I keep waiting for the night to lighten and replay a circle of crows falling gently in a lasso of emptiness. They have been here all winter, watching for...

Jehovah Wants

Wants red velvet and a middle, one plate split into two with twin forks and tuxedo cat to curl asleep into the armpit of the world then wake and stretch in the window. Wants children but children are allergic so lets the cat out. And silence. Jehovah dreams during naps of...

In the dream of recycling day

I am noting the trick of keeping in touch, have nothing to worry about but the 'remember-me-always' note on the back of some senior portrait, a clack of thong sandals down Pleasant Street's long hill outside the parish where we were baptized. I still rub oil in the shape of...

This apple here

Shaped like a fish floats in a bucket of rainwater, makes Moses fall in love with brush fire, Mary sprints for her son who's three-days late for work and the new guy at the bar pours low-shelf apple schnapps into better bottles and charges double. One day this apple will be...

In the dream of a cargo plane

Guillotines roll down the street hours after the last tank. My best idea is to wear jeans cut above the knees, show I have the right ankles for salvation. A woman in the bank lobby needs a dollar for coffee. A handful of jets mulch the sky. One jet, she says, has a seat for...

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