In a dream, you began to open your robe and paused; in that moment your body looked exactly like mine— it paused and proceeded with cancer.
Sorry in advance for the title; it just seemed right. A Quiet Suicide 1. The movement was subtle—the break from vine to vineyard, the watching of broken bird eggs, hairline fractures. The young ones, they had eyes like water and baking powder. 2. A field dotted with old corn stalks and dandelions, a sound from… Read More Poem with an Oddly Placed Title