SKILLMAN
our first house was a chicken coop
a tarpaper shack with no insulation
there was no other place to live
across the pasture grandma
decorates the outhouse
with fashion catalogs
PHILADELPHIA
the city sprouts between rivers
geometric
like fungus after rain
I stroll the streets among strangers
buildings
high and low
I hide my soul
because my shadow is automatic
LIKE A MONADNOCK
a man stands alone
ambles, relocates
I am him, he is me
a grain of salt shy
from dissolve
like a monadnock
MANNEQUINS
in a storefront
of the famous or well-known strip
stands a woman
two, to bring back your attention
mannequin
mannequin
mannequins
SILHOUETTE
to overcome the problem
of the moon’s radiance
my silhouette
I move, it moves
I turn, it turns
I stop, it stops
I dance, we dance
then, from a hidden corner of my body
an unknown figure submits
and I detach
