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My husband gives me an A for last night’s supper, an incomplete for my ironing, a B plus in bed. My son says I am average,
I have banked the fires of my body into a small but steady blaze here in the kitchen where the dough has a life of its…
After Adam Zagajewski I am child to no one, mother to a… wife for the long haul. On fall days I am happy with my dying brethren, the leaves…
What we want is never simple. We move among the things we thought we wanted: a face, a room, an open book
When I taught you at eight to ride a bicycle, loping along beside you as you wobbled away
I want to write you a love poem as headlong as our creek after thaw when we stand
Into the gravity of my life, the serious ceremonies of polish and paper and pen, has come this manic animal
January Contorted by wind, mere armatures for ice or snow, the trees resolve to endure for now,
We think of hidden in a white dres… among the folded linens and sachet… of well-kept cupboards, or just ou… sending jellies and notes with no… to all the wondering Amherst neigh…
For Jews, the Cossacks are always… Therefore I think the sun spot on… is melanoma. Therefore I celebrat… New Year’s Eve by counting my annual dead.
Because the shad are swimming in our waters now, breaching the skin of the river with their
We invent our gods the way the Greeks did, in our own image’but magnified. Athena, the very mother of wisdom, squabbled with Poseidon
The gathering family throws shadows around us, it is the late afternoon Of the family. There is still enough light
Perhaps the purpose of leaves is t… the verticality of trees which we… as if for the first time: row afte… yearning upwards. And since we wil… ourselves for so long, let us now…
I married you for all the wrong re… charmed by your dangerous family h… by the innocent muscles, bulging l… weapons under your shirt, by your… the colors of painted scraps of su…