poems

• Turning the Key

  Turning the key

  in the old lock,

  you never know;

  silent cellblock

  waiting to see.

• A Dog Sniffs

  A dog sniffs a tuft of grass

  because it is curious

  to know what has been there, and

  what remains.

• Marble Eyes

  Marble eyes and

  a song

  of a body,

  she wields her dance

  toward winter.

• I Grow My Own

  I grow my own

  out of the way

  in low places.

  I keep it gray

  and stay unknown.

• The Beer

  The beer is crisp;

  so is the sun

  (my good brother).

  What isn’t here

  doesn’t matter.

• Gender Perfect

  Gender perfect

  with a pencil

  and no body,

  all my senses

  clearly blurring.

• Fortification

  Fortification of woe

  by the river unchanging,

  dilapidated and stern,

  comfortable inside.

• Magical Seal

  Magical seal

  suddenly there,

  head on the blue,

  grazing the air,

  like something real.

• Toward the Center

  Bluer than why

  and redder than

  when, this yen for

  sentience curling

  toward the center.

• No Mystery

  That I am older

  now than I have ever been,

  and younger

  now than I ever

  will be, is no mystery.