You were a card-carrying communist
You had a one-track mind
You had no other ideas
And refused to listen to any other
Read More
That glimmer we make
in the blind slope
scraped from disaster’s
layered muck,
Whenever I want to add beauty
to memories of growing up
The tulips grew apart from each other that Spring. The ground cracked and crumbled in ways that I’d never seen before.
Read More
