Writing poems from the perspective of your wife It was your moan in my mouth when our girls were conceived.

Violinist Your neck when it flops back, lost to the pleasure, mouth agape.

Verdana Her father is somewhere in the garage getting high.

Woden in Wallamina Wednesday was a cat, caged.

The ghosts of exiled lovers eat ice cream by the carousel We watch the ghosts of exiled lovers eat ice cream by the carousel, similarly we nibbled a shared piece of cake in a bar in Texas once—you took one end, and I took the other, but we never met in the middle.

War Story How can I describe the loveliness of her eyes or the upturn of his mouth.

Flight Back The beer bitter, at the pub, you rolled it over to me told me to taste.

Catholic confessions over tarot card readings The tarot cards tell me that predestination is similar to the poem.

Blues for the better And he is speaking Spanish and my heart was breaking and the baby was given a Zapotec name.

Anglican The ministers cat was dead and my mother was dreaming of Virginia