The Drums Of Shostakovich
first you say his body is made different. I look this up
in all possible houses, to find only detergent and hints
that his body exists. 114 more words
1 hour, 8 minutes
I find the boy’s name on a list in another boy’s diary. a gun goes off in a dream I don’t have anymore. the animal gets between my son and my son’s imaginary friend. 24 more words
6 hours, 7 minutes
I lasso the calf just before it makes the ocean.
overhead, a helicopter
from my past
my son says
your father’s… 16 more words
19 hours, 57 minutes
The Good News: harvest is done. Except for baling. Stacking. Hauling.
Essentially harvest is done. Fields empty of crop. Bins and bags filled.
Everyone takes a collective breath. 163 more words
21 hours, 13 minutes
Sooner or later, it eats you up
and you’re rolling out of bed at three in the morning
to check the twitter feeds again for key words… 422 more words
1 day, 7 hours
when it comes to humoring
draw a blank.
I had a daughter
the hands… 38 more words
1 day, 8 hours
1 day, 16 hours