How to re-yeast the daily / flatness of bread and wine?
lovely Lois / got mean, / / the kindness stuttered / right out of her, / a resentful tremolo
I know that Charlie, Millie's husband, has been dead for four years, but she isn't able to lacerate new events into the flesh of memory.
My teacher handed me the coloring book / and a pack of Crayola, said stay in the lines. / / I turned the pages, flimsy kid paper, / not strong enough to hold these pictures, / / these images outlined in thick black, / Christ’s hard journey to Golgotha.
Mud / / in abundance spatters every / coat. These low and lively clouds / fill the world with their scuttle
Maybe the kingdom of / heaven curves inward, like four front teeth, gnawing
He knew he would soon find / them trying to sneak back into / the garden, lusting after sweet / berries, succulent pears, jewel- / brilliant pomegranate seeds.
