Pretty women wonder where my secre… I’m not cute or built to suit a fa… But when I start to tell them, They think I’m telling lies. I say,

I’ve got the children to tend The clothes to mend The floor to mop The food to shop Then the chicken to fry

Your smile, delicate rumor of peace. Deafening revolutions nestle in th… cleavage of your breasts

Lying, thinking Last night How to find my soul a home Where water is not thirsty And bread loaf is not stone

Beloveds, now we know that we know… Without notice, our dear love can… In the instant that Michael is go… Though we are many, each of us is… Only when we confess our confusion…

Some clichty folks don’t know the facts, posin’ and preenin’ and puttin’ on acts, stretchin’ their backs.

She came home running back to the mothering blackness deep in the smothering blackness white tears icicle gold plains of… She came home running

There is no warning rattle at the… nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer… Safe in the dark prison, I know t… light slides over the fingered work of a toothless

Her arms semaphore fat triangles, Pudgy hands bunched on layered hip… Where bones idle under years of fa… And lima beans. Her jowls shiver in accusation

Curtains forcing their will against the wind, children sleep, exchanging dreams with seraphim. The city

When I was young, I used to Watch behind the curtains As men walked up and down the stre… Young men sharp as mustard. See them. Men are always

We wear the mask that grins and li… It shades our cheeks and hides our… This debt we pay to human guile With torn and bleeding hearts… We smile and mouth the myriad subt…