After I make my home dark
I wander through the few
quiet rooms and let
the bright blinking eyes
of the continuing electricity

Hawk free of jess,
the diver springs
toward fire no son can bear,

Like a seal 
in broken sleep, 
aware of how

In hill fire Fall
come home from sea,
I climb the shoal

I’m drunk. My head holds up 
the soft vibrations of the room. 
Dusk. My daughter jogs her answer 

The Eternal
is like the ax
the assassin slams

A Chinese emperor, in order to preserve
his power, decided that he would never
grant clemency to anyone. His reign

The disturbed man chopped up the body
of the older woman for days and threw it
into garbage cans at various locations

In my case, there was no drama. The lady doctor
was very nice. I made my way quickly to the other side
of being not pregnant again. Of being without child.

The willow is bare and the sky is full of willow.
Weeping into gutters, the sound of tires in rain
flows down and rises up to open windows