You have to squint these days to taste the berry in the blackberries. Still, you eat even the bad ones.   All because the date on the package has…

  A skillet crackles, a raw crescent And bit of butter becoming, Inevitably, a lone browned, curved Pungent thing, a scalding mouthful   Soon slipping down a throat: consumption Always…

  Flourish, unwashed, unpeeled, bouncy boys; grow, citizen-workers, clothed in good dirt— dearest ones, I place my hope in you— your green is king, in my garden. Chopped, you are…

  Everything is just like everything else only on a different scale. Galaxies spin like atoms, sure, but also the country has this cloud of negative   electricity around it…

  Headlight-brightened bodies pass by, briefly, before blackening again in the nameless expanse of gulch & grass. One could almost say   illusion, that all this seeing is a trick…

  What happens when no one who could hold a pen saw your great- aunt as human: records and recordings pinprick your neck’s back— Before they called us stupid coolies,…

  You see only an impression in dug earth, long settled into dent on the forested floor: an unmarked grave where a corpse sinks. Moss- covered granite fieldstones in electric…

  Cloudy, primal green floods the canvas, superimposed with a scarlet maple and sepia poplar leaf upright as rooted trunks. A trinity—three seasons— death closest.   Stages of cancer—yours IV…

  —from The Warhol Letters   I’ve become obsessed with bears & I hear you laughing at me through a veil   of Fire Island sweat & zinc oxide. Summer…

  There’s nothing here to see. Relax. Beside a Coke machine, a guy who acts As if he’s in a movie Puffs on a Marlboro Light. It’s moody; Nothing’s happening…