it's undecided yet. the title i mean.

more fantasies of sleeping in your clean house.

went out to check the mail and
the weeds were
dry as last july

on the way in
the door screen.

could pull
hand in, you
through the
this is my:
cat, Prue. my
dog s**t, dining room, my
ceiling fan chandalier i built
from old gold mardigra bead necklaces, my
bed.

the wapped food wrappers,
the dead spider i killed,

alex it came in flying like a ghost with butterflies' wings

and to kill is one thing
but to touch the dead thing
's another thing

Reviews

[Francis Myerick]

i wonder where they took
the things we
hadn't kept:
boxes of books,
of things,
we left;
the i love lucy table;
mother's shoes;

the fair-won, stuffed animals
that we left
asleep;
and these other
things i
forget,
small and amazing, that we
can't unkeep

[Francis Myerick]

i wonder where they took
the things we
hadn't kept,
boxes of books,
of things i left
the i love lucy table,
mother's shoes.

the fair-won, stuffed animals
that we left
asleep
and these
other things i forget,
small and
amazing
that we can't un-keep.