It could feel good to stare at numbers 
all day, another job but I can’t name any; 

         This night forgot us years ago
but could not wait you out.

 

I’ll be waiting down by the broken mailbox,
            sniffing for letters.

cinders on your tongue like snow.

Let’s open
our mouths to the blue rain

He takes night as a kind of medicine,
swallowing it with a buck and shiver.
Sometimes a drowning muse come from within

You have shown me
that there is no trick

While you are sleeping
in a bed tethered to the wall
by the cord

You must have looked so small
treading hungry water
with Rex and Elizabeth.

Without television, they might have been
no more than stolen coins left
on a railroad track and flattened,

There was a time when
his words made me wet with tears:
Ah, our wedding day.