I dig up the contents of your soul: Scissor Sisters songs sung out of tune 3 stray hairs at a crime scene An urn gathering dust on a sidewalk Elvis Presley's shoes, worn down soles An unflattering camouflage hat The cries of the elderly, alone and alone again Your mother, trying to define love The oldest oak in Boston The carcass of a deer, shot to the left of her heart
I'm writing these poems in real time in a Stop & Shop parking lot