crescent moon
a new row
at arlington

coffee to go
the truckstop waitress
calls me sugar

no leaves
it all
behind you

deathbed—
putting clean sheets
on it

Bellatrix flares
a blue tinge
to my semen

leaf
fall
i
keep
saying
no

blind alley . . .
she takes a turn
for the worse

swept under the rug
                       d
                        epression

Valentine's Day
I chip away at her
icy sidewalk

1 from a bridge
2 with a bullet
that kind of family

plum blossoms
company salaries
still frozen

where you poop
is an important decision
Chihuahua

spring buds
the bright red
of her sweater