Favs: To the makers of music: all the worlds, all times (a poem for the voyager’s golden record) The fundamentals of nearness (for mom) Shattered glass spills into the street by the bus stop I wonder who you would haunt if you were a ghost The practice of listening to sad music in hopes of extending your melancholy until it envelops you Ode to a snake, from a field mouse Outside, the air holds its breath Portrait in a house of mirrors PO Box Notes for a.i. fresh off the assembly line Cobalt: last summer I drowned my secrets in a lake that has since dried up The best coat is always the borrowed one