Sean Singer

Temozolomide

She was distant...

sore fluid vessels

floaty sac in the brain

Here but not—

Neither stone nor child

Wooden lizard hands

Not bothering to move

Black sorrow is all

that his mother should see of him.

Seen for an Instant

She unpinned her hair

& the river unlayered

She turned like an autumn clavichord

The river lashed its slow iron

The river combed its transfiguring sound

She was there like wind’s brush

& the river envied her ribbon

Love Poem

Her eyes crinkle like the wand

of morning. Blue

warblers drink from a bend.

Four chambers measure

& leap.

Arcana, elixir, flute of marrow.

Fine-cut love in the moon’s noun.

Chandelier

I hung by day

and burned by night.

When I looked down

You sprinkled like a moon.

You were a sugar rope,

a delirious fever

rounded into a shadow.