Stuffed Animal
I was once nestled on top of your pillow,
Now
Poetry
Echo
You echo through my mind
and you chatter my teeth
Cadaver
I sit about six feet above, in thought,
this body
L.A. Drive
There’s a saffron glare
on the side of the
Cersia
Nana’s tears slid like raindrops down a window pane,
Homeless Man
I read COUNSELOR on the back
of your shirt. when
Forty-seven
When the purple
night behind my eyelids glow,
the dark
A Game Man Loves
The linemen bend over,
their tight pants glistening under
the
I Smoke a Cigarette When Someone Dies
the swamp green eyes
the cracking skin on your pale
Kadena
A photo of us sits on my desk. You gave