come see the skinny-necked sparrow leaving tracks in the snow

Nijinsky brought his own moonlight

and everything else 

was papier-mâché

a caterpillar curled up on the grain of firewood

she tested the strength of the bleach on the tip of her tongue

how the picture of his mother became a mirror for fixing her hair

a congested bear on tv hawking honey-flavored cough syrup

taking turns telling me why I need a Titanium phone

there for her first pickled onion

remembering the birthdays of the dead

it was the strawberries in the shortcake he didn’t like