OCCUPANTThe sad mailbox of my extreme youth, what did it ever deliver? The only...
A CRITICPick up your socks. Clean the house once in a while. Go to the dentist. ...
HISTORIANPiles and piles of books, boxes of documents, photographs, bones, shreds of clothes...
YOU WHO KNOWI was just enough bigger that I could wrestle you into the clean straw of the mow...
GRIFFY LAKEI spread my smooth water like a lap and caught the trees' faces where they fell...
Heaven
is this what it means
all these old men
giving you what you want
and their salt and ashes
to rub yourself
whispering somewhere over there
you flush and stammer
someone else’s words
it is not quite right
not yet
and what do they do
when someone raises his hand
and says please
I’m not ______
what do they say
to that?