Heather Weaver



Foreign Mouths

you say it was a kindness
the tenderness with which they carried the body out
an American one

I say you can come to Christmas
you say you are going to buy champagne
the dry kind you can drink more of

I say we'll drive you around in our cars with our
young eyes and reflexes
and we won't get on any of the highways




Human Affection

and I will be a house
I will be for all of you
you will find me down
the arcade of trees that is my street

you know for a while
in the semi-dark you cannot tell if
someone is moving toward you or away