#5: The Spider
Maybe they were dreams you forgot Slipped from memory Fell between the dowels Of your bedstead Landed like little black eggs In the corner where you Admired the tidy pile Then the steady hatch Multiples …
#2: Pastry and Conversation with Cindy on a Night When the Veils are Thin
She looks good Spiky hair, frosted, The way it was between bouts Of chemo. I call out to her And we take seats in some cafe Where we eat pastries and get caught up. “How …