"Never bitter, I toss the green ones / to Adam, halve another to find a star. / O sweet apple of my - / unpeeling, pale white / skin appearing in your hands"
"We hope to bite into skeleton / pan de muerto, skin from the oven."
"Believe me when I say they are / the tips of flames / you undress in front of..."
"I want to pluck the fruit from my body..."
"Diners can only guess fingernails rimmed / with dirt, sweat that trickles on jellyfish / the flight of cockroaches by night."
"Maria goes home, showers / watches dirt circle the drain / a dissolving wedding ring."
"All I could do was ease you back / into the present, hide you in bramble & / a cloud of seedheads, wondering what you wished on each..."
"This tea is so sweet / it hurts your teeth / singed muslin / velocity, the bones of a small bird..."
"She places her hand against / her stomach / dreams of daughters named / after hurricanes"
"...i searched her / final letter for scraps of dead skin / that i planned to eat / but nothing..."
"When I see another / crustacean I nod / mildly and pass. / This ocean is crushing us."
"You can't stop writing about the domes / at the Palace Church in Pushkin / how the bulbs were built / to shed snow in winter."
"I saw a head of lettuce in the garden, a woman's head rooted to the ground."
"They crowned, they slipped their blubbery heads past / my teeth before I could bare down and bite them off."
"I am ammonia sting and scouring pad, rusted knife and frosted fingers."
"I illuminate the life in your hip / and, last sovereign of my oriental fairy-tales / I finish the history of the world."
"My child, only three / understands the old stories. / I split the pomegranite / and tell her of Hades' lust."
"Where are you boy the figs loose / their sugar and night is worst of all..."
"They've cut a round window / in the protective plastic shroud / a place in which to work without / the distraction of the whole child."
"I feel the small flutter / of an almost poem / just beside my hairline..."
"I Cannot Love You / You, half my bone."
"a pale / bare arm emerged, scattering freckles / like grains of wild rice"
"Blue wall- / paper hangs pale / as horizons / (the thin lines of nothing / touching nothing)"
"the sound of wind moving / blindly between the houses of strangers / and what if i've forgotten how / to make you feel loved?"
"all i'm asking for / today is rain // all i want is for / the crows to blot out / the sun"
"picture a man slightly drunk / and alone in a house / too big to be alone in // picture the house falling apart / but slowly"
"i want you to believe / that love is some sort of salvation / but i can never say it with / a straight face"
He was a quiet man, and he sometimes saw things; / the bits of pieces colliding, ceaselessly / the verb form of everything."
