ELEGY FOR THE HOME I LEFT
Along the Mississippi we listened to jazz,
Poetry
more follies and feathers
the tinkling of the ice dam is now cacophony
Waiting to Melt
After Dustin Pickering
after we watched how the grinch stole christmas and you still didn’t bother to text me back
i want to break my bones /
in snow boots.
The Years Without a Santa Claus
a decaying sestina, after Lawrence Schimel
when i think of jason bourne i think of christmas
After Elizabeth J. Wenger’s “when i think of quentin tarantino i think of revenge”
Sestina Written on the Way Home for Christmas
look: i just know /
the exact ache in my ribs as Colin Firth eyes his lover across the plains /
of France and the pain