Lavender Girl Radio

Every dimension of every thing

Terrible now, makes you want to look

Away. Holding our dying cat I

See she won’t look at me, or can’t

 

Cranes her neck back but

I’m holding her like a baby so

First she sees the wall, then the

Ground. A box of tissues, a can of

 

Cheez Whiz, little paw prints they do

In-house. The Ronsard poem I

Read her just before the end borrows

From John 14, about preparing

 

A place. I’m holding her like

A baby, two minutes from grace.

 

 

Haiku

snowbreaks between shingles

just randomly started crying

December

 

 

Ghost Chamber with the Tall Door (New Version)

So life, a hiccup

remedy that doesn’t work

except at the end,

said I could spend how much

 

on meds? A porcupine

with a flower caught

in her spines

ages at the same rate

 

I do, one dream per day.

It is a hostile time

to be a lover—a snake

in a mousetrap

 

with the lights off.

Pure future.