Above the Garage
guilt spilled black licorice
unto a glass floor god awfully kissed.
The attic hadn't kept
...
Dead-ended snowflakes
unfolding off the dashboard
barefooted as if an old attic ladder had
strangle held rungs smothered in a glovebox
...
angel hair lassos
breathe unto a glass door
of another misshapen heart
tangled up
...
Mother tripped over wildflowers
one April
when she got the courage
to go out of the house
...
Handprint
on a dirty old window.
Sky closed on this morning,
and I fought off
...
Buried
Our sandbox
growing up had holes
in the bed of it
Pale as an hourglass
penumbra of a half-brick
half-aluminum two-story house
Rusted down
sifting rapture through our fist
crying out clouds
of our inheritance