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Discretion

Watching the boy rage into being
I recall the parting restraints
Arranged through infancy ascending
Through tantrum to disenchantment

Birding at the Lake

A pod of pelicans    patrols the shore
like angels guarding       the gates of heaven.

Hunger: Daniel 6

I feel your breath upon my neck—the heat
and dampness of each sigh, the way each pant,
each lungful pulls at me. Your eagerness
echoes throughout the lonely dark. A fear

sackcloth

i am a good person
i tell myself
i am a good person
i feel remorse