Radio Notes

Radio Notes

Maybe if you made your masculinity try whispering
or yelping
while you sang over it

Or just took the cleaver out of your voice’s hands

If the song wants to be a parking lot let it be a parking lot
or pond or lake

In the vulnerable part of the song if you need
something to lean on sing in unison with the piano

Hold in your mind the day after
the day you were broken

Cloak

Cloak

Coat clutched closed in lieu of buttons
gesture of protection

Veil for shoulders and torso

Shape you step into for warmth

Memory of a body to huddle in the closet’s stable

Closet quiet with no lights

Warm mouthful of darkness to be swallowed

Marrow

Marrow

All around the branch’s knuckles
ice sleeps Turns the branch into the ice’s
marrow

There is no hunger in the air
or land that gnaw and gum the glacier
and turn it inside out

and it is frightening
the guilelessness of weather
and place

Snow show me where the edges are
to my one body

In Which the Traveler Is Chased

In Which the Traveler Is Chased

You can step out onto a pier and stare
at water

and not know anyone is this strange city

and look without knowing where
to look

and interpret the houses across the water
which are dark as being mostly empty
because of what the day demands

You can be alone here in this moment
and still find the pier full of people
you have brought with you

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