this river
still the same
as before he was lost

broken stump
a fence
runs through it

living in the fishbowl
I cannot help
but do nothing

once again
I fall into the trap
of his sweet talk

sneezing
on the broomstick
two broken teeth

rose petals fall
revealing scars
nobody else could see

a firefly
hums
Marvin Gaye

birthday princess
can't even make it
to the strike of twelve . . .

talking to females
he sucks in
his beer gut

three ducks
waddle across the playground
just before recess

eyebrows laid
waists cinched
let's have a kiki

driving down the road
I used to turn left
now turning right

head out the window
smiling in the warm wind
dog-girl

in the car
rain picks up
turning the radio dial

2am
a stupid idea
her eyes light up

early morning
one by one
lights turn off

dinner talk.
What will we look like
in heaven?

darkening trail
ice caps appear
through the shroud

masked in shadows
the crow calls
three times

rabbit nest
the crow returns for
the last one