Some things mildew too quickly
away from the sun.
He has a neck pain, she sees ghosts,
he wears a lead belt, she builds wings.
He says stick to the facts,
she says the sheets smell of longing.
What’s buried among their bed’s decaying springs?
He says I love you, she says I love you
to something she cannot see in the dark.
Poems selected from: Keeping Time With Blue Hyacinths, University of Arkansas Press,2013