Four Poems
Goodnight Moon
Say I wake and the house is one million
gray rabbits. Say I dial the numbers and you
won’t answer. Say I am tossed among bed
clothes, am lost to solar storms and yellow
clothes, am lost to solar storms and yellow
paint spilling from a lamp. So what? Then
what? Years ago I wanted a series of parallel
what? Years ago I wanted a series of parallel
lives, to see how it turns out for all of me:
for self as astronaut or self as raccoon.
for self as astronaut or self as raccoon.
