Wednesday, September 10, 2008


Some will say 
that you ran away
(and that is fine).

I know you ran away
to find me
(and that is better).
The immunity of trauma
held hostage in secrecy.

Tuesday, September 9, 2008

A bird flew
straight into me 
and died.

My becoming 
from persons
to animals

Saturday, September 6, 2008

She is salt and flesh -
an oyster melting
in my mouth.

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

I can no longer figure out 
why I spend so much  time
changing zeroes into ones
and then back again.