Etruscan Women

we know when
we see
ghosts of  trees
swathed for winter
etruscan women
white stone
lovers long
left behind
our piazzi, our ragazzi
so no towering David
his doors are closed
for us
a taxi into lavender  

i  know
you
know
will i ever have children
i think you will
red stockings blood oranges marble light
you know i’m cranky when i don’t eat
i’ll say
how many coats do i need
i need one friend
You

This Time

Easter Campus