On their third date, Pandora began to open up.
he saw you, blue / as frostbite, wild soot-stained hair and manic eyes, / your heart, a birdhouse of caged fluttering / wings.
little woman, / may your feet be steep as mountains / may you creep into the muddied seas / and dribble into the warm skies.
In the dream, you told me / the raven’s secrets, the names / by which crows call themselves, / the secret powers of jays.
this is a blank spot / on a map of blank spots / labeled, “here there be”
On the TV, you want to watch those
Richard Linklater movies, our answer to sex…