One of those appointments you postpone …
Gail Mazur
The game of baseball is not a metaphor …
I go into our bedroom closet …
Sometimes she’s Confucian— …
Asleep until noon, I'm dreaming …
I want to find my way back to her, …
The black kitten cries at her bowl …
In the warming house, children lace their skates, …
I’d dislocated my life, so I went to the zoo. …
Hot hot hot, you are hot, Sun, …
Clarice, the Swiss Appraiser, paces our rooms, listing furnishings …
On the telephone, friends mistake us now …
of these long scorching days …
I've already grown a goiter from this torture, …
He reminds me of someone I used to know, …
I say to the named granite stone, to the brown grass, …