Papier Mâché
He’s ripping up a war. The stripsof the New York Times slide between his fingersinto the bowl of flour and glue chowder, then splotcharound the balloon where he massages tanks,…
November
Where is my dear sixteen-year-old catI wish to carry upstairs in my armslooking up at me and thinkingbe careful, dear human Sixteen years. How many days sinceI found you as…
Alcatraz
How quickly one getsfrom A to Z, how swiftly one sayseverything there is to see: thesebars, for instance, and the flexiblefencing of sharks, and how impossiblyfar it is—this life from…
