Closeted

You don't know, and

you don't know--and

you don't know

and

you don't know:

That was the last

of the towels

that I didn't fold.

A Herd Unthinned

If only it were only

your cursive words in chalk

on fifteen magnetized spice shakers

half-full of leaves and peels

that we dehydrated

but there on that

once-shared refrigerator

are six canisters

still empty, waiting 

for what can't come

like a fool

who saves boxes

in overflowing closets

but doesn't know 

how to best use them.

& likewise

Not long enough to twirl at night

or matter to most passesrby

strange tufts of hair

stepped over

by coronated impostors

on an even stranger sidwalk

fade dully in the diorama.

We are built unlike goats

with nothing behind the eyes.