Anonymous as Angels

“Lay without name those whose / lips would break silence to say it, // to pronounce after you / came the way, anonymous as // angels, you take it…”

Turquoise Maserati

“Gold highway threaded to charred coast, / PCH flutes through bone moaning, / marrowing, motor mouthfuls oil / flows out of and over until // her pout purrs whispers…”