I Guess This Is It Now  

Forever after it ended wouldn’t
have been slow. Enough. My
muse, my everything-even-after.
Even after, forever is so slow.    

Virginia At The Ballet  

Woolf works in a way
because, about this life, we can say
so many overlapping, aching waves.
Each tendu a laser, each word a ray.    

—after American Ballet Theatre’s performance of Wayne McGregor’s Woolf Works—

Heel Strike Hits Hard Today  

My ovaries feel like peanuts
Popping in my pelvis.
Being a woman is so very,
Very weird.    

Collect  
Chinatown, Manhattan

Subway rabbits.
Pigeons and bread.
Whisker vase.
Hand-pulled noodle.