300 Eggs: She’s Difficult
Ash Wednesday
Because I was a lamb
Box
Catching Up
Cause for Celebration
Extraterrestrial
Grapefruit
Inheritance Rosarium
Jellyfish in Gaza
Night Song
Oklahoma, Blackbirds
Passage
The Well-Armed Women
Because I was a lamb
Stella Reed
my father loved me like a sacrifice
so I have loved
like a distant cloud, or emerging sun,
like a fox with its tail on fire I’ve run
from the towns and burned down the fields
that would feed me. Once when I thought
of innocence I drew a picture of myself
as I was before my father named me
for his wife. Small and white
on a background blue as his sheets
with their military creases.
The pillows were distant clouds
unlike my mother’s hair
unlike her teeth, those porcelain bells,
his fist making the clapper swing.
And how do the clouds
ring
the tops of the mountains like that
silent in their chime, filled
from beneath with fire.