Earliest spring, spent the time on the deck
reading, cat by my side, she'd go off
to chase a bug or lizard, but come back...

The red ink will not
make poems, instead it writes
Dangling Participle, Comma Fault.

Feeling well-defended, I tender him the poem
about our father, the one about the night he
stood on a chair. Then my brother, showing...

In the end, Willy Wonka showed a nonchalance
hard to believe of someone who built a land
made of candy and gum.