Cat Over Clock

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When you’re not paying attention

Trying to get nails Out of my black rubber shoe Glimpsed a hawk's tail And the mouse he'd caught fell Ran off toward the sunset

October twenty-sixth

The search for shoes And sun will leave us With cracked feet and empty minds, rummaging In the quiet street lights Where blue and red are green and each Appear only as wet grey Wet on our socks Under our... Continue Reading →


I tie myself into the cars now. My ears fire and my breath opens. I collect my thoughts of you, and arrange them on the bed. Organize in piles of adoration, in piles of reverence. I used to sleep away... Continue Reading →

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