Sometimes what kills me is serene as snowfall. Proliferating frozen, soft inundation, the ceaseless and so many ways of wanting to die. I can’t sleep for the 2 a.m. murmur of the plows, making their rounds for hours now, unseeing metal sweeping and salting. Rusted chrome in near collision, compelled by the Sisyphean labor of…

I’m a Kick-Ass Woman Ask anybody. This ass has never been kicked  to the curb. I do the kicking. I’m a nasty-ass woman  drinking chamomile tea at dusk. I know what I’ve got  & it’s a throne for an ass. Grab it. Kiss it. Pop  the pimple on that ass. See what happens when you…

THE CHILDREN   How each one is taken   with care from car  to school doorstep, each one  hand-in-hand with an adult.   How the mothers  and fathers kiss  their foreheads, first  pushing aside their bangs  or smoothing  a stray wisp.  One  parent straightens  her daughter’s velvet  headband; another wipes  dried oatmeal  from his son’s pink lips.  …