Poems from The Beautiful Nevers

What is it to hold one’s tongue of its most beautiful riches? / Why, if the heart, why, if the mind, why, if the soul are printing money,...
I let the moment hang between us, Like the last line of a book, Like the settling cloud of disrupted country road dirt, Like waiting for a...
  This light has never wanted you more, But you won’t come and sit with me, You play with pill capsules Under your tongue, Teasing flat...
Sunday laughed at my body, Turned its back and was rude, Like elderly handwriting, Like unknowing cleavage, Like broken baguette, Like...
Like a phone number I don’t want to lose, I’m going to carry you tucked in my bra, And when I unclasp you at the end of the day, You will...