Glory exists along a continuum.
Whatever an infinitesimal dog tells you about memory / begins with couture.
The building between the buildings. A child, / Graveyards.
In a dark home an instant more by choice, / the body.
having learned what it means / to be apart
What did you see, little fish?
I wonder as nascent mythology / quietly makes the rain.
God’s angry with the world again
Have I not had my fill of you, dream babies?
In the morning / the mind looks out onto a street / blurry with self.