Bayberry Drive
I attempt many lives at once.The river rocks darken from the sweat of my palms.Crocuses again. The eggshell feathering stillholding in his old bedroom & his dress shirt swaying on the hanger.Going to bed w/o dinner. excruciating, familiar. how many timesare you divided? Looking in photographs for the cipher. I circle the backyard in the afternoon.Trample the parsley. He calls… Read more →