Your seven lemons in the bowl from Faro have grown small and hard. And asymmetric   shadows are rising, walking the dry afternoon down the stairs.   Without you, there is only a stream of toe scuff   minutes, heel/note, heel/note, thin quavers through the eye of the radio.   The red-haired dancer from the […]

I was the last Lady Ratcatcher, bore the scar of two yellow incisors on my wedding finger.   Each night I crept out, cage ready, my mind swift as a trap on a neck bone, my beauty legendary.   I wore a cape of brown fur, a belt of silver rats running from buckle to […]