Apartment building named Fontanel


Giving you every reason in the book

to ask me nicely to go. Elbows into sides, all the night.

move to the wall-side, please,
and stay. Digging myself holes.     Under carpet. Robbing Peter to pay— stop

dickering. Hello, hello, Prince.







Portland St.


The rainbow ring from the prism in the window

moves across our kitchen wall. And this damn lazy cat
cleaning

from its bottom. The drunken couple dances

after Church on the Street. I wish the street was covered in snow.

When was it like that? Dill and lemon on the vegetables
beneath the clutch of ringed stars... those tiny clay bells

of Easter with my sister.







Phoenix winter sunshine


After morning it will be too hot, and after April—
walking in fire. I ask
that you forget

that where we live now, there are only birds in winter.
They’ll leave soon for the northern

summer procession of dreamy, selfless x’s.