Lion and Tiger
while you were entering the wu tang /
we wore our jeans low, taught our bodies to pop /
and lock a love song that ...
It exists /
on a frayed embroidered map, /
where I pulled at gold threads, /
searching for the first stitch. /
and then she emerges /
on the corner of peel & maisonneuve, her /
city legs tired and out of kilter. /
she has ...
It takes so much out of you, /
not the living, but the space between. /
When it’s so cold clouds can’t form, / ...
you draw winter near /
with gnathic aptitude /
the lockjaw of late autumn /
startled shut, rivers grow covers ...
When I think about dying, I think about worms, /
how their bodies churn dirt from decay. Comforting, /
Letter to Hannah from Vršovice
The city blooms early again. Pairs of girls /
pose by the cluster of magnolias at the tram stop, /
Sun circles our bodies on his way /
to kiss Moon—we eat fresh pickerel, /
brook trout, wide mouth ...
March Thaw with Dead Robin
little bird, when did you leave us? /
stepped-past, kicked-aside /
our home will have a basement , an /
attic & two floors pleated into an /
upper & a lower . we will weave ...