After Eva Hesse’s Tomorrow’s Apples
And, too, the minding of where to step – the one rotten apple
in the shade with the bees feasting.
Ophelia in the Badlands
In my history, I was the prettiest girl
in town who was seduced
by the summer eclipse or the hellion who stole the keys
of Daddy’s 1958 Impala
Dreambaby as tattoo artist
Her many-boned arm comes out and
there in her hand is a tattoo gun, already
buzzing and dripping ink.
The Thing with Feathers
Hope is a naked goose that made a wrong turn somewhere.