I carry the cross down the hill / while my brothers cackle and scourge / me until I tire
Good Friday
Christ-Dreams: Labor
She is having contractions, / and the Kingdom of Heaven / is splitting apart her legs.
Poem Beginning with Lines from Rumi
Don’t pray to be healed, or look for evidence / of “some other world.” / There is no other.
What She’ll Do
what she’ll do—one bottle of hoarded pills / and one of good bourbon, a spot she’s picked / at the base of a hickory
Symptoms and Pathology of Swallowing a Foreign Object: A Symposium
God: / Which is my best invention— / swallowing or vomiting? / I still can’t decide.
Flu
I made a blanket out of sideways glances / and spent the day taunting the fish.
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Waiting for My Son at Midnight by the Church at the Edge of the Small Woods Where the Kids Get Stoned
windows throb like human organs: blue heart, / maroon brain, gold spleen
Snow and Sand
The wind blows snow across / her cheek, like stinging sand / a crystal burning.
Psaltery & Lyre 