5/27/14

Soaring in hot wind,
a vulture gracefully flies, 
looking for corpses.

4/25/14

When this song plays, I
always think of you. I like
the song anyway.

4/27/14 II

This bleak morning came
too early. And there were no
beignets-- just cold feet.

4/27/14

In my mouth the taste
is bitter. Searching my heart,
I found self-pity.

4/28/14

Dragonflies on rocks,
ants in crabgrass. Heat. Dust.
Summer's almost here.

4/30/14

Outside pulling weeds,
except sawthistles. To me,
they're pretty.

5/30/14

Outside pulling weeds, 
a lizard scrambles away
from my shadow.