Monday, November 15, 2010


the dimmest constellation in the sky
looked brighter for two nights, no one knew why
her halo makes astronomers feel silly
who can see stars, with venus back in philly?

Monday, November 8, 2010

up to eleven

If I were old and heavy-hearted,
this young romance could not have started,
making October into spring,
and me able to anything.
I don't know, an adult might say,
you well enough to feel this way,
nor does mere pilot data prove
a trend, long looked for, up to love.
But if it's immaturity
to want what I can barely see -
your heat, your hipbones, your shy smiles,
set off by clothes, a hundred miles,
a baker's decade flecked with rage -
then I don't plan to act my age.