Friday, June 30, 2006


we fight now

about things nobody
remembers exactly.

soon to be strapped
by tubes and tubes
to our rolling bed

to look past sunday and thanksgiving
and every other day,

walk, sit
it's just the same circle
smaller and smaller and smaller

Wednesday, June 28, 2006

faultless fault

the door holds the house up,
its shape hard and unchanging
though we all have walked there
back when it used to open

and slam shut, too.
such a horrible noise
to shake the glass
right out of rotten windowframe

or that was the wind, maybe
blowing right through
the door, the hall, the windows
and all of us

just the wind we said,
the wind we can't see
the wind nobody ever touches
the wind we all feel