Why I Am Like New Zealand
My feet stick out from beneath the sheet,
Pointing to where death thrives.
I am right side up.
I wake between tectonic plates that hurt.
Registry – Andrea Cohen
They asked for what
they’d need: one
cup and one plate,
one day whose stunt
ORIENT EPITHALAMION –Jonathan Galassi
Fall will touch down in golden Orient,
where ospreys float and peace comes dropping slow.
There will be pumpkins by the ton at Latham’s.
The trees will re-rehearse their yearly show.
KRAMPUSNACHT – Ann Hart