Author: admin

On warm summer nights when I was young
I used to lie on my back in my grandmother’s yard

He rushes his set on the abs-
twist to catch sight of the blonde
with a leaping pigtails

A plump robin turns its seed eye
on me suspicious, then agrees I’m not
worth betting on.

you’d think we’d comfort
each other
sometimes we do

It takes trust to ride your bike
on Silverado Trail

You and I
We play War
With broken-heart cards

Head, flippers, tail and shell—
you, helmeted sea creature
who swims beneath me in
this turquoise, Caribbean sea.

Here’s a plate, a fork, a glass,
Chew on my last supper.