Dangerous, but careful. Wanting everything, I tamed my anger, smiling wide and innocently. —Dorothy Allison, from “Steal Away,” Trash: Stories
An old man carries two oranges,
the size of his fists,
in a red see-through plastic bag.
The oranges swing inside its corners.
I know I need to throw away
your wilted memorial flowers.
The moon is in its last quarter.
Yesterday slipped past me
like a stranger. These artificial
gaps of light both score inner life
and the sounds of meaning.