The pain was love, / that to receive love was to be pained.
The Country Poem (in which lines can be read in any order)
If you had seen her on the street, you would have wanted to shield her from smoke and rain. / The community has to imagine itself more intensely.
The Tragedy of the Pineapple
When others demand Pinya/ I imagine the shape of someone’s arms / wrapped around a body shivering
Notes like Footsteps
I’d been playing for years, so the flute was a familiar weight in my hands, and my fingers could find their way around the keys easily, but the cold metal of the lip plate pressed to my bottom lip still felt oddly impersonal. It hadn’t always been this way.
Longhand 