Lenore Weiss

Using  two opposable thumbs my future unfolds never a dull moment– at the gym between sets, at the cashier waiting on line, watching the evening news, talking to you from

I share the road with the darting lizard, greet other hikers where before there was only a quickening to save myself from saying hello. I hear a horse neigh, reminded of a

Flat like an envelope begging to be opened, scolding me for not making a donation or missing a sale. For the life of me, I don’t want to give it a

I do sit ups on a mat beneath a clock. Two guys rack weights and argue about where to find the best lengua from food trucks throughout the city, compare

Everyone I knew, knew your name, you’d left the country to study in Europe, came home to the Black Liberation Movement, your hair a corona of seeds, refusing to be dismissed.