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.

Lay me in a fist-sized hole

feathered with rime.

mountaintop pond

the blind dog lapping
at her reflection