When the house of flesh disappears in an earthquake of its own making, this house of wood and glass will stay fixed in its
for Eric I raised one hand to blow a kiss, or wave As I stood watching him float out to sea. I didn’t know
Off the planet without warning, as when my father died, a massive heart attack, sudden, unexpected, my first close-up look. Yet my mother-in-law slowed,
The Chinese elms insinuate their curved Mandarin nails into the plumbing beneath my house. Grown tall with greediness, their hands fill the pipes. From