"Death comes to me again, a girl" by Dorianne Laux

Death comes to me again, a girl

in a cotton slip, barefoot, giggling.

It's not so terrible she tells me,

not like you think, all darkness

and silence. There are windchimes

and the smell of lemons, some days

it rains, but more often the air is dry

and sweet. I sit beneath the staircase

built from hair and bone and listen

to the voices of the living. I like it,

she says, shaking the dust from her hair,

especially when they fight, and when they sing.https://havingapoemwithyou.tumblr.com/post/732715283795607552

"What if I'm Simply a Dirty Earthworm? What If I'm a Dirty Man, What Then? What If I'm Nothing But a Sexless Worm?" by Megan Borocki

Do you still think

of when I was small

catching earthworms

in my socks, face smashed

in the mud, my soft fingertips

digging for wet bodies

to throw at my brother?

I still miss your voice.

Do you remember

when you would hold

my wrist above my head

hissing grow into a clean woman?

"having you with a coke" by Jude Francis

having you with a coke

i sip coke while reciting

having a coke with you

and think about

what i might be doing instead,

were i with you.

often, i think of this.

i picture you and me in a kitchen with yellow-painted walls.

in my imagination, we dance

to old love songs. we sing along

and there isn't half a tune

between us, but there is

so much love that it spills

out of the windows, and

floods the street.

i start the poem again,

though i have finished

my drink. the life that i have

constructed continues

to spin with us

on the kitchen tiles.

one day we will dance, and

i will recite o'hara to you

with your head on my chest.

i start the poem again.