Poetry

‘Trail’ & ‘Jockey Box Talks’

In a town a general store
is still general, its shelves warp
under dichotomies. Do we buy the food
or take the ammo? Saloon doors are never quite shut.
A family in a wagon is called a party.

…Erm, What Is His Name Again?

All I’ve ever known of desire is possession. When he asks me
to name my enemy, it’s always after
someone I used to love. What’s the difference?