The squirrels will not stop peeing on the trees.

Absinthe makes the heart grow fonder.

I'll be reading some of my newer poems Friday Oct 17th , 7-9pm, in Berkeley at the Expressions Gallery, 2035 Ashby Ave, near Shattuck Ave.

Not enough

I told mamma I was leavin’ you –/ you and your hard drinkin’, devil/ writin’ ways,

His eyes begin to glisten like hot green wax pooling around the wick of a pretty little candle.

Here we are in crisscross gowns, watching a terminal Oregon woman tuck her kill-me pills in a billfold. Lumpectomy scar, five months dense, inwardly drawn --

I move, press my mouth to her ribs and trace a line between her breasts with one, sticky fingertip. She closes deep