We who must act as handmaidens …
Carolyn Kizer
At a party I spy a handsome psychiatrist, …
We don’t lack people here on the Northern coast, …
Now, when he and I meet, after all these years, …
At Samoa, hardly unpacked, I commenced planting, …
I’m going to murder you with love; …
The poets are going home now, …
The florist was told, cyclamen or azalea; …
Last night I dreamed I ran through the streets of New York …
ONE …
After you left me forever, …
I have carried my pillow to the windowsill …
It’s a spring morning; sun pours in the window …
As I wandered on the beach …
My mother—preferring the strange to the tame: …
In the laboratory waiting room …
Remembering the past …
I. …