American Spikenard

For Romell, the boy with the hair between his teeth

For Romell, the boy with the hair between his teeth Horses tied to all the doors of the yellow camaro. The jar and what it can throw out to irises. Maybe you carry the cart before the horse before you can build the fire that’s not just mourning – one asked me to look right through him. The skinny gift-horse in the carp pond – lilypads as big as coffeetables. The dilemma that, in the end, isn’t real enough – my accomplished fingers hold the lips back to look. 40 ...