Monthly Archives: January 2020

Middle Winter [1]

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Middle Winter [1]

1.

Winter’s first third is a heel.
Crushing colorful leaves.

Surrendering the body
As it slides on black ice.

The holiday is undressed
In the shallow afternoon and dragged

Curbside but its shadow remains
On the wall in the shape of everyone

Who didn’t make it this year.
From the crib of a new moon a rat climbs,

Open-mouthed, teeth full of cheese.
Just above the surface of the earth

An entire house tries to escape
But it has to freeze in a passing

Car’s headlights, then forgets how to walk.
Days into the second third of winter

The moon is a hairless tail.

Entering the atmosphere

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Entering the atmosphere

Though matter’s not been lost it’s still true
For the first time in 87 years there’s a world

Without my father in it        Night knots up
Inside me      Stars swim away

Things burn apart entering this place
They slur into small and smaller nothings

Instead of crashing. It saves us here
On the ground some peril      the high burning

And provides a light in the shape
Of direction though by rule all

Who try to enter are leaving
Some other place      I saw my dad

Die but have no idea what he saw if he
Saw what was beginning or if

Nothing begins and so
Many ends

Are not seen by any eye.