that sad angle of your head your eyes never meeting mine you sitting there all bundled up as if frozen stiff on this november evening despite my warm apartment my questions to you i could be asking a statue an impassive hulk turned to stone
ten or more minutes pass you rise-- i move to embrace you i feel your body water logged feel like i'm working to pull you up from underwater my belly meets yours of no acknowledgment as you straighten to leave out of the door
all night in half- sleep i became a seismic needle ...
She broke apart in my hands Her cold rebuffs at my too confident caresses And I turned away on an unforgivable memory Our hammock of love by now much frayed Could not save our fall to the all-familiar ground Of old animosities newly aflame
the quick desertion of the cooking bachelor (imagist poem)
the relatives hunkered into their coats to face another ferocious winter storm i heard them twist my pleas into mocking questions,"stay????" "stay????" i watched their threads of green and brown and gray dissolve away
and realized that the turkey simmering in the cauldron would sooner or later make me find a swatter