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