crops grow in the absence of sunlight, sexless and cold as an economist’s dream.
Category: forest
In the ideal interrogation room
the only shadows are kept like handkerchiefs in the pocket.
She became the heroin
in a made-for-TV drama, cops busting down the door in the middle of the day.
Resolution
I must never forget how exhilarating it felt to find myself briefly at the head of a mob.
It’s hard to lay down a burden
once you’ve given it your own name.
Blue blood
belongs only to those with no need for veins, like a wanderlust that starts where the highway ends.
Winter is a protection racket
not unlike the skin disease once known as the king’s evil that could only be cured by a king’s touch.
These mountains
are full of hollows and riddled with mines: a geography of loss.
The way my skin cracks in winter
maybe I’ll molt.
Ask a vintner or a fromager:
few things are more festive than decay.
icy road
leaving the car in the care
of the low sun
The forests of my earliest childhood
are evergreen.
