Good morning

Final residency post...two revised, here amid the palmettos. // Warm thanks to you all for your skills and support the last three weeks; for some reason I’ve been feeling a little delicate...here amid the palmettos.   xo  Nicole

Irish Rosaries

In the milk bus passing through Cork

I sit opposite two good women in black

adoring their beads over and over and over and

lamenting the pregnant girl on the sidewalk,

the whore.

Angle of Repose

You see a moon jelly suspended in the Gulf,

its tender bell half-filled and listing

with an unexpected ballast of oil

decanted from the sea around it.

You’re glad,

at a time like this,

that the jelly has no heart.