Lesbos (From Ariel)

Viciousness in the kitchen! The potatoes hiss. It is all Hollywood, windowless, The fluorescent light wincing on and off like a terrible migraine, Coy paper strips for doors— Stage curtains, a widow’s frizz. And I, love, am a pathological liar, And my child—look …

Two Poems

THE MUNICH MANNEQUINS Perfection is terrible, it cannot have children. Cold as snow breath, it tamps the womb Where the yew trees blow like hydras, The tree of life and the tree of life Unloosing their moons, month after month, to no purpose.