Feb. 7 am

Christina laughs at
my car's horn. "But it works!" You
always know it's me.


Feb. 7 pm

Seraphim blink. My
eyes lift off like kites. The cows
wheelbarrow me home.


And because Dusty gets a rest on Friday, and because my beautiful godson told me on the phone yesterday, "I love you Aunt Lisa," one from the archives:

May 31, 2006

Reading palms, ouijas,
your mother and I, age ten,
sought you in ether.
-for Luca