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

            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—

like any fool would
a bouquet crumbling

Like leaves & leaving
I was ghostly, broken—

            I'm one star
clumsy in constellation