Carmen's a fusty dresser, lace and pearls, normal looking, which puts her out of Nick's league, plus she's never given him any reason to like her except his first day at the office when she handed him the standard corporate welcome basket: a canned ham, a selection of chips and a bag of peanuts.

Every sunset is bloody. Nations
just wait for fireworks to pop off

Hands dig into the wood of the chest
Hands to kill the wood in the chest

The moon is my mother. She is not sweet like Mary.

This is what I do when I have to move forward
even when there is no place to go.
My little wild dog and I are out in the wild grass

We think that perhaps God is hiding somewhere
in the numbers, spitting out ever more
digits to Pi, that irrational lullaby

you take your radio 

down to the sea

Sunglasses grimy with dust. Pencil sharpeners from different eras.
A VHS recording of my seventh birthday.

I remember how much we watched the stars 
in our pre-screen silence, spotting sister sigils 

Violet ladies of night dreams stroll around the rooms.