Happiness Wears White

I am a piece of chalk scrawling words on an empty blackboard. I am a banner of smoke that crosses the blue air and doesn’t dissolve. I don’t believe that only sorrow and misery can be written. Happiness, too, can be precise: Doctor, there’s a keen throbbing on the left side of my chest where … Continue reading

Reading Sappho in a Wine Bar

Today I promised you a poem entitled “Mowing the Lawn Out of Spite” in honor of your husband who would do any job poorly if it might twist your heart open to him. The wine glasses are lined up so perfectly. Hard to believe they might ever be broken, but each one will. Think of … Continue reading