You keep the secret of what you look like when no one’s watching.
Block Island Trip
The Man at The Gym
Before the magazine article told him about beauty— perfection as an equation he’d yet to solve— he was special. As a boy, all of the stray dogs
Ursa Minor
My aim ten years ago was an arrow
that sparked in my hand.
Nine Minutes
The butterfly’s tongue—
sharp and golden—
roots for the sweetest flower;
knows her name by taste.
The Architect
Oh the impermanence of the cosmic spine
that collapses and leaves me wanting.
I cast shadows in my bloodline.