Grade A: air

Written in Albuquerque (living on Mesa SE, teaching at UNM and T-VI), August 1999.  It’s not like I didn’t know where things were headed!  Published in my books Too Little to Kill and Wings of the Gray Moon and in the local zine Willow Street.



Next time she goes away from me

I’ll know

by the difference in pressure

not necessarily greater

could be less

I won’t need any of the old signals

like the emails taper off

like she contradicts half of what I say

like her eyes die

I’ll know

by how hard it is suddenly

(how easy it is suddenly)

for me to move in the air