Poems

There is a Van Gogh painting in which the stars might be sunflowers,a couple walks arm in arm,their backs towards two boatsmoored to each other so one won’t float away. They seem to be looking towards the artist. Do you think she needed to whistleto catch his attention? Silly question I guess. They are the…

People like me wait.People like me let friends drift away.People like me don’t answer her handwritten letter.When it feels like crossing someone else’s line people like me start to say goodnight with our inside voice until people like me stop hearing it at all. People like me get used to the empty space of a…

My February 13 is slipping from inside the stall of a food hall.I serve couples who are touristsat the night’s singles partymen’s eyes feast attractive women wonderaround a hope to engage in connecting lines like poets matching words to couple internal rhymes: their luv is trying on a glove my hain’t is painting a sorrow…