To desire the desire of the desired,
gut turned upside down,
the mind, a whirligig,
on a carnival ride, Read More

When we grow old together
we tell each other the same stories
one hundred times over, and eyes roll.
We forgive our parents, mostly. Read More

My hair drifted downward,
longer each year,
my own private power,
swinging loose and free. Read More

The boy around the corner
skips when he walks his dog.
I say, You’re on the run, Jack,
but Jack says it’s Maggie Read More

Might the massage guy
frown at her feet—
those calluses and corns?
Scorn bouquets of veins Read More

The mothers lay like the dead
on their beds, shoes shook free,
those late afternoons when
we rushed home from school Read More

That lone sock turned up
swaddled in a kitchen rag,
hiding out somewhere
under something, with nowhere Read More

Being lovers is one thing,
building a sanctuary, another.
A twig misplaced,
a crumbling cradle Read More

Such a quirky lot with their lists
and trips to the Amazon,
exotic “gotcha” finds
and chronic neck aches Read More

My brilliant husband has
aphasia. His language
went haywire when
a stroke shattered Read More