SWELLED UP VEIN IN HAND

AND ALL THE SUDDEN;

YOUR FIRST BIRTHDAY

    SLIPPING THROUGH THE

        WEEK,

GRIN, WHITE STARK GAPLESS GRIN, 

OH, PLEASE, CAN I, CAN I KNOW?

SO I'LL LAY IN THE CREEK WHENEVER

GRASS CROCHET OVER WHERE

    I HAD PLAYED

LAMPLIT SUBURB

PAINS ME AND GREW

READ THE EULOGY 

LEAVE THE LILIES THERE, PLEASE

A DEEP-ROOTED FANTASY

RECONSTRUCTION, PRESENT,

                   IT WILL BE, WOULD BE

CANDOUR, 

                CAN I?