Reading Meg Day

  THERE’S SNOW IN THE WEST   & there’s snow in the east & there’s snow in our beds icing the cabbage. Since you left me alone, the wasp nest swallowing the bulb in the porch light has gone leaden & each night the asphalt is honeycombed...

Our First Night Home

                                         —after Ralph Angel   You wake me in the middle of the night, and you are hungry. You are ravenous. The moon is...