July 6, 2022

THE FIRE DIES

The fire dies. I feed it paper, shingles,driftwood, logs, but since it keeps on dyingI will have to feed it my arms and legs, ifIt’s going to keep going, if I’m going to stay warm. The rain outside is dreary, sopping the lilac andhorse chestnut flowers in its greasy tea.I’m sleepy, good for nothing, ashamedto […]

I SEE MY MOTHER AS A FISH

I. I See My Mother as a Fish I lug to my mother a heavy pail of sand,gritty and sticky sand like sugar in a sugar bowl,to bury her old sour body. I offer her another bucketthat holds the green-brown salt water:a cascade of fish scales, a Chinese jade grave suit,so that she will have […]