under the heat domethere is a Siamese catcrossing the alley.he used to be my catbut he lives with some other woman now.the moon is also a cat—round-faced, old-fashioned, talkative.this moon-cat follows mefrom room to roomas I wanderin the mid-night.heat soaks into my body;curls under my diaphragm; tries to suffocate me.she finds me in my chairnestles …
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Bees
Beesin the early fallwhile the bees clean house,I conjure a moon thattastes of fireweed honey,sweet on the tongueand slow on the fingers,it climbs high behindthe hickory tree and hangs in the topmost branches. Published on The Laundry Line, April 1, 2025
Anticipation
AnticipationThe man in the moon is sitting in his bathtub.His washcloth in his hand,he is scrubbing his left heel.Because tomorrow, he has a date with that skinny barista from Ashtabula.Who is sitting on her front porch,rocking slowly away from Ohio.Looking at him and wondering ifshe should make a wish. Published on The Laundry Line, 11 …
Nights
I carry a lifetime’s worth of nights in my throat.
I want to kiss the moon
sometimes / the way I used to want a smoke