1. the moon transforms
every shade of skin to gray
the stars twist westward

2. the second hand waits
for an instant, spring is here
then summer draws near

3.i hear a sad gull
wishing for bread or something
more– for you I think

4. photos of some you
I never really met
strewn across the floor

5. sweet red lipstick print
on the far side of the glass
the chardonnay — gone