"You should never trust a poem that ends with aquestion ..."

You don’t say. Then there’s a man takinganother man inside himself ...

I have inherited these feetfrom the trust fund of feara garage full of rusting knickknacksstored in a body shop of intent ...

"My mother is indigenous to nowhere. My lips curl in bloodat the rising of the father. Black is not a primary color."

The Washington Post says that green burials areon the rise, as baby boomers plan for their future ...