Foe Memory

Foe Memory

all day my face had this stink. was it
from the heat? when i touched my nose
and pulled my fingers back over
my lips it stank.
a stink impossible
to put a finger on.

meanwhile i tried
to place it.
only one or two
times had i smelled this.
impossible to place
now that i've washed
my face, thinking
myself clever
for having remembered
to bring my little foaming soap.

Caught up in the moment

Caught up in the moment

and the hanging plant
above where i sat was
not in relief of the field and thicket
across from the house (wearing the Japanese
maple blouse)so that the whole scene lay
completely
flat before me,
but impendingly so that it were implied
there was
to be no turning back.