On an afternoon
during my summer vacation
Mother made me a few small clay figures—
and painted them with a red dye.

The bargain was, I should bathe
in the well and eat my lunch ...  [+]

Yesterday the lights went out at midnight
and the slackening ceiling fan
added music to my heavy-eyed muse
stretched like a wire between the two shafts
of anguish and faith.

I couldn't ...  [+]