from Cupcake Royale
your sister cupcake eater
without frosting
a long project on rust
the spiral hasn’t bothered me before
find the scar
newness
out of the house
she has a guy who makes charts
saucers the set times five or six
received four gin glasses
reef tumblers
possibly in the future hardly anything will direct them
checks passed to the groom
lip gloss off
her daughter Hattie
chases cats in the woods
Up to nine tiny moons
More than chicken
about our situation
household tap
a container
but also the life
at a makeshift
and in the clothes
process of catastrophe
to applaud a show
rummy for money
stare at the camera
where you can say and hear
in her chosen field
a lens of their own
writer’s clothing
increasingly addled by gin
workers refuse to set in type
all the genres of paint
take a pair of scissors
in the late nineteen-forties
the benches are made
blindness the willfulness
he does not apologize
dressing to produce
quotation marks
the sensual Charlotte
open to a depth
revered and loved
leave the river
of the tiresome daily job
observations to share about her
improve my chances
claimed that he had seen
real differences between
but the exact number