But for now, the lunch eaters are sleeping. You / are waking up, or brewing coffee, or making love / to someone else. What a strange April this is.
Something Shining Up
The Square Root of Love
In what black hour, what rainy city, / what world without light, is that bridge / and I will cross it.
CREDO: Confessions of a Devout Agnostic in Two Verb Tenses and Three Acts
Do I believe in God, god, gods? No. No. But. No. Yes. Maybe. No. Yes.
Green and Godward Things
I need to watch trees like air in my mouth / The long green gulp, tender bow and breath, / Lilt of leaf on winding edge—swell into me.
I Don’t Disappear Like That Anymore
slip tiny sheets / of paper / through the cracks / of my skin
Air Gun
"And I thought it was empty / And I promised it was empty / As I held it to his head"
Me Cago en Dios
I do not need the once a week passing of the peace, preferring / the wheat smell of my dog’s paws or daily nods to strangers / passing.
Stigmata
God must have realized / he made a mistake with my stigmata / that he marked the wrong person with a holy holey hand
When You Kiss Me
I’m a mourning dove praising the sting of / a thousand little deaths— I’m dawn slipping / beneath the sandman’s sheets— I’m a backlit / peak— I’m a dandelion giving props / to the sun
Psaltery & Lyre 