Because you are pregnant the days grow rounder with light, the long oaks bend towards each other as through a glass orb—

Excerpt from After Winter Solstice

He finally used his mouth, I say. And my therapist doesn’t know if I’m referring  to sex or a conversation when I tell her about my marriage—

Excerpt from Triptych

I am reaching for a book—no, I am reaching for a brush to run through my grandmother’s hair when she was just a child, fresh from her bath—

Excerpt from Migration

Because they have no dorsal fins, they look like stepping stones or ancient stairs floating down through water to the plain of sand where bones of other whales lie buried—

Excerpt from Right Whales