A thousand doors ago when I was a lonely kid in a big house with four garages and it was summer as long as I could remember, I lay on…

You, Doctor Martin, walk from breakfast to madness. Late August, I speed through the antiseptic tunnel where the moving dead still talk of pushing their bones against the thrust of…

Be careful of words, even the miraculous ones. For the miraculous we do our best, sometimes they swarm like insects and leave not a sting but a kiss. They can…

Your midriff sags toward your knees; your breast lie down in air, their nipples as uninvolved as warm starfish. You stand in your elastic case, still not giving up the…

for my friend Ruth, who urges me to make an appointment for the Sacrament of Confesson Concerning your letter in which you ask me to call a priest and in…

Husband, last night I dreamt they cut off your hands and feet. Husband, you whispered to me, Now we are both incomplete. Husband, I held all four in my arms…

I live in my wooden legs and O my green green hands. Too late to wish I had not run from you, Apollo, blood moves still in my bark bound…

When man, enters woman, like the surf biting the shore, again and again, and the woman opens her mouth with pleasure and her teeth gleam like the alphabet, Logos appears…

Before it came inside I had watched it from my kitchen window, watched it swell like a new balloon, watched it slump and then divide, like something I know I…

Since you ask, most days I cannot remember. I walk in my clothing, unmarked by that voyage. Then the almost unnameable lust returns. Even then I have nothing against life.…