April hides in a wing where a duck tucks his green head, mourning’s night long still and you haven’t felt yet what sun can
In a restaurant with many windows, the angel of the envious flutters above two lovebirds. Look away, look away, she whispers to the woman
It blurts like a parrot in a house fire, this brass so tarnished it might have been struck alive & shaped out of the
In my favorite number, she sang on the moon in cowboy boots, a wig full of spiral curls, and a blue-ruffled dress, buoyant with