one day I will take you / to Grenada

lapping at the shore like teeth nicking flesh

these candid epistles are not confessions, they are revelations for his German Magdalene, weightless sacrifices she is willing to make to kiss the atomic, cradling genius and quieting his alarm in her skirted lap

Old man lives next door

sacred ground bleached with the salt of bitter tears

I did not understand its meaning until college when I learned that Frost would take long walks—the inspiration for so many of his poems—and would leave his wife at home while he did. And just before he left, she would guilt-trip him just a little by walk

Haiku for Jogging