Afterwards, I found him alone at the bar
and asked him what went wrong. It's the shirt,
he said. When I pull it on it hangs on my back
Words, Wide Night
Somewhere on the other side of this wide night
and the distance between us, I am thinking of you.
The room is turning slowly away from the moon.
Not a red rose or a satin heart.
I give you an onion.
It is a moon wrapped in brown paper.
The most unusual thing I ever stole? A snowman.
Midnight. He looked magnificent; a tall, white mute
beneath the winter moon. I wanted him, a mate
The Oldest Girl in The World
Children, I remember how I could hear
with my soft young ears
the tiny sounds of the air-
She woke up old at last, alone,
bones in a bed, not a tooth
in her head, half dead, shuffled