Sleep bears me to the farmhouse slanted on a steep hill, commanding the highway below. Yellow clapboard and fieldstone constructed after the Civil War, the first floor a single room of stone, fireplace centering […]

Self Check-out
 
Of course I have my doubts,
but when no one’s looking
I pretend I’m someone else:
the tightrope walker, The Great Farini,
crossing Niagara Falls with a man on my back.
Or the veiled beek […]

Sunday School
 
Here’s what I’m thinking:
Why does a duck need an ark?
What’s a flood to a duck?

The teacher says I ask
too many questions.
I raise my hand again, thinking

if we didn’t have teachers […]