It brings me joy to report that to Scarecrows we all look the same, Evil people go to the bathroom The same way good people

In an emergency room, I satBeside a man with a pencil in his eye,He told me a joke that I don’t remember.We’re all junkyards.This is

Let every best thingfind you driving, like a phone call: able to take it. May myriadsof second chances grab you, like a package,retracted to check

Let us believe in a strong god,who makes the oceansroar and the wind crack about our ears…For we are envious of this, and tobelieve in

Three teen deer have begun of lateto make daily dusk-time stops out back,their flat flanks and thick, angled necksdepicting stumps and trunks that thenmove and

What’s woven thenin broken timesis this:a blessing from the linen stripsof lamentationpeeled Lazarus-likeoff our soulsby sisters unravellingwith gentle fingersthe binding of our separate selvesto set us loose

I want to leap like a raging fire,like the lame man who was healed,to thrill and bound with gazelles and goatson mountains and in the

We say “He” without a nameto speak of you,hear our own soundsechoed back from far awayin the monitor’s shush and fuzz. At night, I hear

3:00 am Christmas,and your newly divorcedneighbor’s trying to screwtogether the last wall of a doll housefor the four-year-old she’s finallycoaxed into sleep,when your stereo blaresElvis