That summer in the last-minute rented cottage/ both doors and every window’s screen, it seemed,/ had a patch.
Year: 2024
Pilgrimage (and other poems)
In the shop Maison Necty, I buy alfalfa/
honey and the necklace I was meant/
to find on my village retreat:…
Ode to Children Raised on Florida Tap Water (and other poems)
Born/
brackish, our bodies will never freeze.//
They’ve nursed too many August/ afternoons.