Stunned and silent The week flows by and over me And children and rain engulf me. But Friday holds out its yellow light A slight eddy, a slight lull And saves me with its warmth.

My daughter staggering under the weight of her dream red eyed calls my name in her crumpled sleep. the mother, the mother kisses the sweaty skin, soothes with her voice her knees creaking next to the bed praying to the...

I wash my dishes the long knives warm under my hands smooth like my dreams and as sharp I dream of love with no loss of sex with no regret no misunderstanding I dream of beginnings of motion also of...

I see your figure climbing up the hill at first so small that I think it is a statue a trick of the light and what is this you are doing? semaphores, Morse code your arms blinking and wheeling in...

Save me, save me nothing, a gesture the brush of a hand against a shirt leaves falling like boats through the thick air the way you pushed your hair backwards off your face the way I waited long past rationality...