Peter Waldor

FOR EXAMPLE

For example,
a friend cupped
a yellow jacket
in his hands,
carried it
out of his house
and freed it
in the shred
of forest.

BROTHEL NO. 12

Down the hall
a crone folds towels
and here, a fresh
towel, plastic tulip.
The stairs have turned back
so many times
there is no city below.
Are others like me,
ruthless and brilliant
before love, and afterwards,
a lamb?

SOUTHERNMOST

Light that matters most
is light good for nothing.
And though we call the worst
of this sick world, shit,
the lovers, who believe
they are the first lovers,
sigh and embrace and smile.
They touch each other
about their assholes
and they are not struck dead.