Remember how it felt
To cry over a lost pet?
More precious
Than gold were
...
I will tell myself the truth
Even if those around me
Deny it.
...
Given up for Lent
Chess, that is-
Well, really, it
Was because
...
Exploring other
Poetry, so brief
In fullness, round
Clipped short, pulled
...
They feed us worms
For breakfast
Big, fat squirming ones
That wiggle, and twist
...
I heard an argument
In the day-room, yesterday.
I was to be the referee
To make it civilized and free.
...
Death arrived without
My knowing.
Clothes in twisted
Metal and shattered
...
Slimy, black bugs
Crawl under my skin.
Making curving furrows
That criss-cross over and under
...
Orange lips lick up
The rough moon 'scaped surface
Aged fairies, forty or more
Scamper out screaming
...
Sometimes,
When I least expect it -
I expect, I expect -
A desire comes to flee
...