Monthly Archives: December 2013

When there’s only KaTe

Sometimes there are five faces
of wow in our breath. You
never knew me. As a child,

howling under ice: still

I am two steps and running away,
never knowing moments of pleasure–
of us dying together so that we might

survive. Yet, what would I do

without you? Take away the moments
of love and anger: with no warning,
we are as fresh as Eden, crackling
green and whole, rising in one joyous

shout. Your light is pale:
the fantasy, my deliverance.
I am your ghost. Deliver me
from hiding and cold memories.


My wants in free verse

I want to mold Jesus
into seven major awards,
and name them after
peanut-crunching filaments
and dim bulbs, too shattered

to switch off the lights. I want to
tell God just what I think about preachers
and the Word. I want to take the boys and girls

too young to know switch-backs and S-curves
through blood sacrifice, rape and incest,

until they understand that the death of every living thing
means every living thing is dead, then teach them Soddom
and Gommorah, and fill their mouths with salt

until they can’t breathe. I want to give them a knife
and a lamb and an apple, and say: Choose the red flesh
you’ll give to God. I want to bathe in the blood of Lilith:

the earth from whence I am sure I came, and to whom I shall return.

You are the world

We have a Tuvan throat: two
voices in one mouth. Our tongues

twine to a cry, twist
to moan. Until morning,
when we wake up

and you are there:
we separate and go
our own ways until night.

Under cover, we find our voice.