31.10.12

Haiku for a Sneaky Beast

Orange summer fox
Differs from the undergrowth
through movement, and grins.

A Completely Different Person

I'm writing in the chair your cousin left to us
Before there was no us
In a time before I cried 
at the sound of your voice on the telephone
The meaningless wonder that describes why
and the sky might indeed be falling
into the recesses of my need
laying brick
I don't really know what I don't want to ask you
and how to stop crying