“They agree: you can divide a soul / like cuts of meat”
Photographer at Midland Beach, 1912
Pinch
“And he, with crossed arms so frail he’d drown on a breaststroke, languors with that bored aristocratic sigh. The schlep.”
The Graveyard isn’t Warm
Spillway
“a history receding / thicket-deep, a possum width, still and interrupted only / by the occasional wren.”
Charity Fundraiser | Camelot
The Potomac
“You are a professional stranger. You don't sell morality, or even yourself. You sell them them, unfolding the color of their organs like reversed origami.”
