I dwell in practicality, / ugly & unpraised.
a house shored up on the mud banks of the river / where all day the moon sleeps in the guestroom
During a pandemic / People take to / The typically / Deserted city / Sidewalks
Change your name / from Francesco to Frank
No more transfusions. / No more shots.
It would be the thrill of a lifetime. / And the noise, the heat, the foiled recoil
Chain link rattle, a line of boys jerk / the dugout fence. Delicate fingers / turn beastly
If you could forgive the palmetto bugs / blanketing the slick rocks under the dock
One by one, / ants / come / crawling / out
We rose at dusk / for years on end,