Michael Robins

 

 

Red Carpet

 

Determined so,

like the cud being
the cud, the gap
becoming gape


Strangers, cattle

& some we called
china, some men

Said we wouldn't
but said Okay...


Our wagons,
our new women
looking always
back—

            On trees
& old homesteads

 

 

 

Way the Land Lies

 

I'm the most haunted

American home, no
whaleboat breeding


A cove to the capital
as if only yesterday
I'd said goodbye
to love—

            Stood
like any fool would
a bouquet crumbling


Like leaves & leaving
I was ghostly, broken—
bodied

            I'm one star
clumsy in constellation