Some amphibians are new at being old.
The invention of zero follows the discovery of nothing: stonehead, air.
The handsome rooster poisons our colons.
Pastel trees, a woman’s sharp features, and her neckline slip.
I’ve loved the sentence.
Over a cell phone on the public green, I’m too shy to say the cheese grater is already dying.
The White Triangle
All night I waited for you to saw off my head.
“Do you know how to do this?”
I’m still thinking.
By dawn, stuff the breeze blows off the trees touches down easily on the water.
A fish jumps.
We have a white triangle in our yard.
No one would tell us otherwise; we are gorgeous.
If the flowers are in our hair, they must be in our hair.