When the fleshy clefts healed
in the lambs’ ears, finely edged
with fur, I knew it was time
and grabbed a sheep by the leg.
Poetry
Molt (and other poems)
I know the reason a snake sheds its skin
know the reason the crab forsakes
its lonely shell on forgotten beaches
To Those Who Missed The Meeting (and other poems)
We measured the dimensions of the room
once more: eight hundred and twenty-five
square feet if you count the closets.