Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Blanket Flowers

cradled toes weeded in dirt
huddled shoulder to shoulder,
their bending spines
back against smooth back

Monday, September 5, 2011


I latched on to the clothe
spread a dull, ache across forearm
puckered skin, against a summer broom skirt
yellowed in the sun
I love you the way things should be shown
not spelled out