it seems I can’t stop myself

that is, to become so bloated

she grew fat with lies that vined around the very door

I’d slipped through

Shasta, with its implied immensity

Unintentional Prayer Flags

the dilemma of loving a practical woman

“I wish”

totemic difficulties

as today

another lily

opens or falls

that buzzing housefly sounds fat

small lawnmower in the air behind me

cannon answer

a cannon