overlapping, lapping waves against a shore
hungry cat laps its milk, noisily

unfinished business to finish, to varnish

wheat-brown, wheat stalks in the rain,
swaying, ready for harvesting

her mother in her car, waiting,
her books in her car, boxes of She Sails,
in print after all

let her shiver, shake, make cat-like noises
cry so human, in season, in the night

what anesthetic for hurt we cause on a cruise ship

I, seasick, she having to bring me supper,
feed me in bed

unlike a pair of Chinese chop sticks,
unlike the upper and lower jaws,
working together, acting in unison