BLOODLANDS
(First I wrote “bland lands”)
Could be a score or map of the heart?
Where is the “heart” anyway? Hanging
above a doorway threshold a fireplace
icon full of impossible scars
“Love and Irony” is the name
of a small memoir
I toasted corn tortillas melted
cheese washed the pile of towels
and a white blanket that pills
Does the map include flaccid Florida?
There might be mountains plastic
wine cups and also plastic “micro-beads”
from certain face and body wash detected
by scientists in the LA River
My house smells like spice and garlic
New moon Aires
the one who hates enclosure
Fly with heavy wings
I should like to see a flower