Poetry

THE KARLOFF EGG

In the movies they never show you / Dr. Frankenstein's doubt / leaning over the table, trembling / at the pearfruit cork-bark skin

NIGHT VOYAGE

Only much later remembered, / her fingers, softly, plate’s edge, discreet

THE GROWN SHORE

The ruins of rape cities, in miniature, / smoothed to shapes — whalebacks — / cracked, revealing fractal architecture.