Poems

  • 22 August 2001

    They had come in to the apartment from all over the world,
    the postcards holding the sheer white of the wall in their embrace,
    long after the doorknobs had grayed with use.

  • 22 July 2001

    I even had it marked on my calendar.

    Exactly twice, I had lived
    seven years
    ten months
    twelve days.

  • 22 July 2001

    Blue, with shelves,
    green carpet
    holding so many ground-in pieces of my life.