an old double bill

written in mustard

from one horizon to another

uncarpeted wood

life appeared to be going on

instead of talking

like a sock drawer

a shadow in the background

once there had been no lesbians

whatever the rules

the old rules

fend off bearded men in hallways

duties discharged

somehow protected

 

actions in excess

among the roses and poppies

our shriveled mother

better still

 

a city cat

still married to someone else

layer upon layer of lives