Issue 2
At Night His Floodlight Dicks

At Night His Floodlight Dicks

the flagstone path
as if he can 

interrogate the moon    

White perimeter    

The migrant wall of the spiraea    
accused    His razored hedge    his 
rocks securing

trained    
	azalea—uniformed—

guarding the delinquencies of chicory, mint 
called to whack    To warrant 
in the weed 
killer    My subtle grasses 
annexed