Month: March 2013

Bus Depot, Midnight by Thomas Boyd

Gizelle behind the counter
Gleaming black as oil, as night

See here, where the floor is worn

that?s where they say she knelt before she died
full of grace, but how could she not be

Your body crushed on the couch
His hands on her waist

Mama by Anderson Dovilas Your son is a liar He says to someone You have the longest Wave in your

Prismatic strands and bright flecks of stardust,
stretch across ebony fields of empty ether.

so pigeons keep coming to this narrow chimney-like space. i hate opening the windows as i am afraid

Tomorrow’s fear is but
yesterday’s panic

early June
early in the marriage
early morning