folding coolness
into our sheets
a spring evening
in my lover’s ashes forever chemicals
claiming the American dream an American gun
country drive
I reorient
to landscape
sweet nothings
a tuft curling out
of his ear
windfall apples
what I take
for granted
voting line
I study the angles
of a jaw
evening swallows
your eyes and mine
in tandem
the fawn
before the doe
dewfall
warm loaves
a dusting of flour
on his slippers