A woman who lived
in a tree caught
the moon in a kettle.
The wind on the roof
of the tree thumped

Twelve people, most of us stranger
in Ann Arbor, drinking Cribari fr
Then two young men, who cooked him
carry him to the table
on a large square of plywood: his

The clock of my days winds down.
The cat eats sparrows outside my w
Once, she brought me a small rabbi
which we devoured together, under
the Empire Table

When I walk in my house I see pic
bought long ago, framed and hangin
—de Kooning, Arp, Laurencin, Hen
that I’ve cherished and stared at
yet my eyes keep returning to the

Images leap with him from branch t
brighten, his head cocks, he pause
alert.
And when I see him I want to hide
The other wood is past the hill.

In October of the year,
he counts potatoes dug from the br
counting the seed, counting
the cellar’s portion out,
and bags the rest on the cart’s fl

If he and she do not know each oth
they will not meet again; if he av
if she has grown insensible skin u
only the tribute of another’s cry;
as revenge on old lovers or famili

Between pond and sheepbarn, by map
Rebecca paces a double line of rus
in a sandy trench, striding on bla
creosoted eight-by-eights.
In nineteen-forty-three,

My son, my executioner,
I take you in my arms,
Quiet and small and just astir
And whom my body warms.
Sweet death, small son, our instru

“At pet stores in Detroit, you ca
frozen rats
for seventy-five cents apiece, to
your pet boa constrictor”
back home in Grosse Pointe,