Sunday, October 12, 2008

The foliage unwinds -
our hands sway 
above the orange 
and browns

Saturday, October 11, 2008

I find holes
in bed
where
I've slipped
away.

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

Lemonade

We toss her tears
from the windowsill
and make rainbows.
She folds 
green sheets
twice over.

Along 
the worn 
down
edges

she revisits
the memory
of her rape.