Hobbies

1.
i keep dead owls
under my pillow to pet
when i can't sleep.

i eat the moon
with my hands tied
behind my shadow's back.

2.
when my head is still
snowing, i block the sun
from my shadow.

i end up wishing
i was at the airport
waiting to go somewhere,
having plans,
or just watching
other people leave.

there, it's a way of being
intimate without getting
too close.

here, the sky is a bottle
broken over my head.

A Warm Cookie for Oedipus

the next thing i knew
was the last
thing i remember.

the short story
of a photograph
that's already been
painted.

a boy is always
a child,
a father
coming home
in his dirty uniform

to a wife passed out
pretending
to have nightmares,

sitting beside her,
squeezing her breast
for one
last drop of milk

before bedtime.