You Could Be Anywhere

Taming lions is the first thing that comes to mind

The first sequence is the sequins, if you will.

Syria seems likely somehow, given how brave you are

or maybe you’ve been up four hours before me

teaching high school history, though it’s probable

too you’re sleeping still, ahead of this evening’s matinee.

Who’s to say? Certainly not me.

Though I’d have preferred another ten years with you,

the stories you filled them with will have to do.


The Pleasure Of Your Company Is Requested

It surprises her that planning a

life without a husband is so much

more peaceful than planning a wedding

without a groom. In the three years since,

she regrets not

one penny spent on the rose

bouquets she’s bought herself, and

has long stopped plucking the

petals to see who loves her, or not.

She only hopes

that, after everything,

she will find real him in time

for the end of everything.

She has never swum in the ocean

or grown a garden

with someone she truly loved.

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Maybe Somewhere Like Montana We Can Be Together

And every night you’ll make us a fire

that the slapping-cold air can’t tire

no matter how hard it tries.

The pinprick stars will shine

on the face of your guitar

as the strings sing

and tremble

and rise. And then there’ll just be

a rough kind warm hand at my shoulder

tucking me in with the lyrics of a song

still on my tongue.



I could conjure a moment to set off

into the cloud of life alone,

just as you might put my moods

down at my feet like a stack of books

and sigh with the heavy relief

on some selected night.

But as for me, I will rearrange

my library.

And as long as my hands can

work in a garden, there will be roses

on one shelf. I know that about myself.

For though it may not be

a diamond,

I will still be able

to cradle the moon

in the small palms

that used to hold your cheek.