Katie Farris: Outside Atlanta Cancer Care

I return to this point of wonder:

what kind of animal began to stand
on such small feet? And only two?
What vertical absurdity!
What upright madness!

Perhaps we were imitating the trees--
lifting our arms,
wishing for roots--

and then forgot to set ourselves

back down on four, more

                                        rational feet--

our longing grew our fingers longer,

twigs into branches--

for if you long hard enough,

do you not find fruit

in your palms?

I return to this point of wonder.

Katie Farris: Rachel's Chair

Once, many

years ago, we made

love at a friend’s

house. We were over-

night guests, not

perverts (on the whole)

but what I am

trying to say is she

owned a chair so

perfect for lovemaking

we joked about asking

to take it home. If

I had only known then

how rarely we would find

such objects

I would have.