The dog’s bark
keeps you awake.
We received
your letter.
Poetry
Visitation: Tomoka Correctional Institution (and other poems)
My brother is lead-chipped metal,
pimp walk in blue prison jumpsuit.
So Maybe It’s True (and other poems)
But, oh, to live awhile as marrow
in someone else’s bones,
to breathe her breath upon the mirror held up to your life,