Death Window

                         

      gently

druid orange she

         says

pirouette

in the rock white

     breath         

 

of each of us of each of her sycamore

spires here kindly

 

undressing the shorelight

 


So I Know The Shadows are Mine

 

Ashen, write

and unwrite

me there, hanging

 

periscopes

 

pirranhas pliers



Witchcleft


And the sound of

       And the sound of

                               Needing

                             The last dusk

                   she longs

   white

             

                   A large night

                 window. Pyramid, no

           pyramid.


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Michael Keenan received his MFA in Literary Arts from Brown University. His poem "A Sexual History of Binghamton, New York," featured in A-Minor Magazine, was recently nominated for a Pushcart Prize. He currently drives a waffle truck in Northern Florida.