Like a king’s seals pressing wax, my intentions/ ask too much. I might witness sunrise.
Poetry
Excerpt from an Intervention Letter (and other poems)
Most evenings you dwell in that narrow space between ardor and anger, reciting Shakespeare and smashing all the dishes.
Housed (and other poems)
One-fifth of my blood surges through my placenta/
as we speak—//
a temporary organ transmitting life between two bodies,/
a two-faced, double-feeding,//