Thursday, January 16th, 2014
The Rape of Proserpina | Sculpture by Bernini
Vietnam wasn’t just over there,
I tell you, hand you that photograph.
Ship barely home to Pearl Harbor,
it’s the night of our wedding party.
Our lives have already begun to unravel
behind us but we don’t see it.
The mouth of Vietnam yawns wide in the shadows.
The Petty Officer’s wife is to die
Leave Your Hat On
I had a dream. You were in it. I was in it with you.
In this dream, this late summer dream,
born of angel wings and cobwebs,
of too many birthdays and graying hair,
I arrive in a bar from our days together,
body young and taut beneath that red hat
you gave me, breasts ripe with [...]