Today a River

 (after Mountain River by Lisa Curry, oil on canvas) My feet know the glass tingle of cold waiting there in water that used to be peaked snowpack, views of cragged horizon. Born in July, my body craves always sun-doused prairies and beach sand radiating from footsoles upward like a griddle. Tree- climbing brings my skin […]

Unworn

I yank four nighties from hangers—     silky slips too cheap     to be called negligees, unworn since my twenties. I realize they must have     looked pretty on me once, Like discovering you had been fed     cake in your sleep.  So many seamstresses and     hot machines’ needling wisps of     sorbet-colored nylon and black lace     to fake my […]