Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Trying to find myself between here
And the other
I’m this way from her and that way from him
Something in between
might be comfortable
To not have to be my own,
but to be only a ghost of two other people.

Friday, September 17, 2010

Kenneth Koch, what about my romantic life?

It is moonlight now
Over the bears.
Father bear is tired, and he says to Mother Bear,
"The island is becoming too small for our twelve little fishing boats;
I would like to establish a concession on the mainland, which would like
To concede me oblongs." Mother Bear hopped about in the silence
Of the fresh blue air, and she glanced at Father.