you lie in bed listening, …
E. Ethelbert Miller
Please forgive me for forgetting. …
sometimes the deaf …
we would take the train to brooklyn …
andre’s father …
3. …
here …
the king’s haiku …
our friendship …
Dear America, my love. …
“I can’t breathe,” he said. …
i suppose i should be …
i will die this month. how …
death surrounds itself with the living …
only language …
in the early twenties …
inside the car …
I take her in my hands …
when trees bend funny and out of shape …
in cuba …
After reading my obituary …
on the top shelf …