Arthritis

Tom blew out his knees
after a lovely dinner.
Tom's knees are candles.

...

The path is empty.
Mercury is retrograde.
Something might happen.

...

Precise clarity
or clear precision? I still
struggles with these, too.

“Ma’am, we’re going to do this one more time, and then I’m going to treat you as though you were not here...”

Dark forest of law;
nameless immigrants vanish,
standing still as trees.