curling his finger
   around my finger
the oyster’s soft parts

dead of winter
rail-thin models work
the new spring line

first warm day
the kid in a Camaro
revs a challenge

distant galaxies
all the things
I could’ve been

soon-to-be-mother-in-law
the chicken pot pie
needs salt

thrift store
second hand
smoke

evening
carving the pumpkin
all by myself

floating in the sonogram summer moon

all day long
this fever
hummingbird

pumpkin field—
as a boy I assumed
I’d visit the moon

fingernail moon
all that’s left
of the argument

stillborn calf—
farmer warming his hands
around a cup of coffee