At Miss Hooker’s funeral I’ll fall in
love with her all over again, red hair
and green eyes and freckles and her eyes closed
like they used to be when she recited
the Lord’s Prayer at the end of Sunday
School class and I peeked to see how she looked
since this shell’s
collapsed and I have been intoxicated
with this hard joy of immediacy and a world
without blunder or hesitation. It has been irritating —
Read MoreRemember night Tall Palms. Repeat this when the repetition is all you are willing to answer. Remember the ripple when your toes passed over her toes.
Read MoreWhat flavors can you glean
from the wine can you reverse it
into grapes? The open earth
What flavors can you glean
from the wine can you reverse it
into grapes? The open earth