From Count Syllables on Your Fingers, the collection published in 2020.
the grin on your face
the hours all of us have spent
guessing the reasons
Red sun. End of day.
Night’s request for a clean start:
please wipe up that spill
A pink-stained cloud the answer
in scraps with moon shining through.
hid in the closet
all day and slept most of it
and no one noticed