DRAG THE LAKE


I say, His watch flew out of the roaring cyclone

a coroner jingling the
change in his pockets

It was a wide curve, walls, a landscape, barren Italian

I'd walked onscreen during The Passenger?

My grade school was even further away than that,
Halls that turned in tight circles, and from the playground

on a Saturday, weeds, and no glass in the windows

the head and neck of a giraffe sticking out of the building

while my father paced, trying not to clench

It should have been okay--handed whatever we "needed"--I was
___so hungry

Bruises lit up like peonies

My sister's twelve year old friend tied naked to a
___neighborhood pine tree . . .

I longed to be at the disposal of an accident

Nothing to represent

The normally flickering maples
rattling sideways under a

distancing yellowish highway of sky

grew suddenly still as a row of caskets