On Being Asked, at JFK, to Interpret a Stranger’s Texts
By Poetry Issue 121
Her British husband messages from Maine:
I need more time 2 think. It’s peaceful here.
On Emptying a Deceased Relative’s Home
By Poetry Issue 115
Most objects do object to being moved:
crates of paperbacks cracking, a creaking hutch
of china the clumsy among us won’t touch.