Excerpt from ‘How They Fall / Like That’

Who are all these people 
     that have doubled, 
     scanning in all these
old photographs
we can ploy them off . . .

Three Poems

A coastline, a transitional place
bears evidence of others
     dwelling:

a house pit in the shape of a
     nest . . .

Three Poems

Folk songs of sexual violation. Move the furniture around. The knife always hanging there. In this case it’s just a metaphor. . .

Excerpts from ‘Illuminations’

What we say is where we say.
What we say is how we say,
What we say is why we say.
What is said fluctuates. . . .

Two Poems

You don’t have to pay taxes on your feelings. You don’t have to fill a bucket with snow. You don’t have to carry the bucket from Aunt Clover’s. . . .

Two Poems

Can’t submerge this dirigible
below the floor itself, cold wood
cheek-pressed and so hard,
hard like anything else you
might have wished for . . .

Two Poems

The past was different.
We lived in a loud place.

There was light sometimes
and water in a jar. It was
     always late

and everybody breathed . . .

Stingray

having had no proper family
    name I made do
with Stingray never loved a
     man so-called . . .

The Films of Tony Scott

hould a secretary sleep inside of Tony Scott? The biologist attends in him—why not?—as an arch attends upon opponent necrochemistry . . .

Three Poems

Oh I'm looking but I lost
my glasses at a gas station
10 miles south. Yes I’m getting
    closer
but I can’t quite remember . . .

Excerpts from ‘Sky-Quake: Tremor of Heaven’

Translated from the Spanish and French by Ignacio Infante and Michael Leong

Days and Nights

And every poem with 
     people is for them.
That’s how it began: you 
     and me.
How quickly I found myself 
     in the evening.