April 2021

Now that I’m out of the woods,
now that I’m pursued
by different wolves,

now that there’s no question
of my life which survived
the woods and the fire,

I reach out to Corbett O’Toole
who front-lined with the best—
rolled wheelchair and parked

and made love and was...

Father holds up a cloud, a glowing, seething archive, vibrating with code, a book with everything in it, and says beti: from this, you will translate our history.

There is another me in a parallel universe lunging in warrior asana, with...

1.

Thriving roses at Chautauqua, wilting
desert here. I am trying to live,
trying to keep alive

2.

two dozen plants, one cat, one human.
Grass pokes through the beds
but nothing in the bald patches.

3.

All I remember of García Márquez
is the woman flying away. O porch
string...