The Blue Pitcher

that which may be filled and emptied

Month: March, 2017

What Happened

This is not a memory.

from Over Connecticut

At the funeral home, we forgot to eat.

from Over Connecticut

Of sudden absences Stevens said

To wait for an afternoon

Which was evening and to line

The blackbirds on the cedar limb


The Interrogations (8)

And why couldn’t you take yourself
seriously? Well, I was born
in a clown car.