From Opening the Mouth of the Dead
- A Note on the Text
- The Unanswered Note
- Horizontal Memories of Tea
- For Noticing I No Longer
- For Not Playing Dead
- The Oldest Lunchroom Lady
- The Order of Their Living
- For Not Permitting a Man’s Heart To Be Taken from Him
- The Day I Hit My Father
- Suicide Attempt IV:
A History of the South
- She Said Yes
Have You Seem My Daughter?
She’s glad this day the birds are gone away
With songs that are no longer songs in fields
That are no longer farms. Without the one,
The young whose hand held hers up hills of green
To rest, to roll, to find the clement end
In earth now scorched and scorned by spite, by grief.
Sky clear, severe—the blue above the brown.
Published in The Traveler’s Vade Mecum