Everything seems sacred at this time,/
Everything has a leg. Everything’s walking.
3.15
Never Close a Knife Someone Else Has Opened (and other poems)
my father hands me the knife, says look/
into the eyes before you take them
Remember that Your Life Belongs to Others as Well. Do Not Endanger It Frivolously (and other poems)
There isn’t a mortician alive/
who can force us to that table again—