Anthony Parker

You were back in town on
my mother's birthday. Half
drunk, I walked to your
house, stumbling down the street.... more »

With a precise hand, palm
facing the earth, I'd stretch
my arm out the car window,
convinced that at the right speed... more »

Every woman should know
the phases of the moon, ache
in the thick infancy of rain—
every morning stretch and shake... more »