One Night We Drove Through Yellowstone
I dreamt of a white bear last night,
like the ones in the rainforests
of Alaska. Landlocked, we dreamt
of whispering to them, shaking off
one
the child inside of me
has become comfortable
with the heat of the months
as they melt down
like hot wax then build one
on top of the other
into a mountain
in silence
has started to
King of the Road
naked as death
begging on the highway
I calibrate the instrument
of my breastplate to lead me
back to you
I never once saw a dog chase a bone
but I never knew a dog that
I often confuse the dead horses
for trees. I say things like termites
care about the weather, or dark stars
will always find their way to empty
rooms. Anyway, the dead horses are real,
Carrot Flowers
We are toward somewhere in the first sentence. There is June & us or us or June because that’s what’s left of it. I walk like a walk with a walk on the table. The walk is finding
Neck Tattoo
Your neck tattoo spoke to me but I needed a
translator. Needed a nail gun, a barn wall to
respond to your forward advances. After a
night together, I woke to find that your
real / unreal
last night i had a dream
that my teeth fell
out all in a row.
i woke with them still
the babies are most dangerous because
they have not learned how to control their venom
the way we make the same decisions over and over and over
i am your man
tall stranger man
you have sung a lot of songs
you fall in love often
and maybe
you lose some things along the way
but everything is all right
and none of this matters
It's their first practice in good spring weather,
not only not raining, not cold, but full of light.
Blessed be the millwrights on the open hearth that awaited him; the nurses and elevator operators; secretaries; plumbers; electricians
The solitude. In the summer, I dine. On hot dogs. And fast balls. Go Dodgers!
I joined the crowd and bought an XL.
And everyone in section ten is standing
Everyone was welcome. No one was cut
in this league.
"Poetry," "Cleaning the House," and "Leaving Again"
"I loved reading Exit, Carefully. It’s unusual, and in my opinion exciting, to publish a play without previously receiving a major production."
-Walker Caplan, Lithub
