Sixteen is a good age,
if you’re dating someone handsome
with a nice car.
Someone who takes you
...
I was always finding money
when I was young:
in telephone booths,
in gumball machines,
...
I know more about plumbing
than I ever wanted to know.
I know the insidious sound
of dripping faucets, gurgling drains,
...
Power is not an end in itself.
Power, history warns us,
tends to corrupt.
If power can be the means
...
Everything will
in time
change.
You will change
...
Looking nice
is a simulation of youth.
A pleasant dinner
is a simulation of youth.
...
Living
is my palette,
my sonnet, my novel,
which I can change
...
Pain is in embraces
which are destined
to become memories.
...
Hemingway failed.
Sylvia Plath failed.
They dug into a rich vein,
and came up empty.
...
In one far corner of a corner
exuding messages you stand.
Prim, waxen white
bell-shaped, yellow-tongued,
...