and joined its life-like relatives on the wall.
Category: people
I have nothing against people. There just aren’t too many of them in my neighborhood.
I place myself
on the Underground map uneasily, wondering how such ideal points and lines can add up to anything resembling the surface.
Do the inhabitants of the past ever tire
of our clueless questions and our rapacious gaze?
cloudy Sabbath
all eyes are on the bright
heirloom tomatoes
Purely cosmetic.
You don’t actually have to be able to see at all!
Audubon walk
admiring a pheasant’s
dismembered foot
that faint overlay
on every cellphone photo—
my own face
January moon
we startle
at each other’s faces
fresh paint
a butterfly lands on the ladder
to have a taste
a line of balloons
beside the campus elms
bobbing drunkenly
