At first he thought the men were naked.

When I began to think about what to think about the tenth anniversary of the attacks, I went out walking.

Memories of long ago are not true.

She had once been advised to listen well to what a man said just when he began to sense a woman was showing interest in him.

The boy’s birth had been unreasonable, in all the ordinary ways.

The carpenter will be arriving / Sometime after the holiday

The pier leaps out / toward the ocean

It just started one day, that eerie screaming, / my inconsolability given voice, / given back as if from some bird or from trees.

This cigarette burns but is never consumed.

Whatever it was that just flew out of my head / did not leave a trace, / not a contrail in the sky, / not a footprint in the new snow.

There, where stones populate / the underneath, splay / rain as it blends & stops

Orangey orange glow inside a silver bowl and atop a silver neck.

Born to the summer, guest of Castor and Pollux, / horseman and boxer.

A saltwater event, with its airs of tarred line and other fibers: / a storm, a sky of black nonchalance

I dreamt I was out walking on the boardwalk in New York and in the distance I could see the figure of Manuel Puig.

It is not our destiny here to get comfort from old familiar places.

“Goddammit!”

I was in the center of Leipzig, coming out of a bookstore, and across the street from the bookstore a building was being demolished.