In a Field, The Absence of Field

  or heart—like breathing, you enter waist-high grasses, the tan of prairie dog, fern, wild lily, & the wind takes you up into itself, your body curves & sways with the grasses, canvas, Magritte of the field & passing. How you ended up here,...

I Treat Your Swollen Ankle

  propped on a pillow on our oversized coffee table, all of our ice packs                    lost in the move, & I try to talk to you about my impending job loss, another poem rejected by a favorite magazine,...