"You should never trust a poem that ends with a
You don’t say. Then there’s a man taking
another man inside himself ...
I have inherited these feet
from the trust fund of fear
a garage full of rusting knickknacks
stored in a body shop of intent ...
"My mother is indigenous to nowhere. My lips curl in blood
at the rising of the father. Black is not a primary color."
The Washington Post says that green burials are
on the rise, as baby boomers plan for their future ...