I've been going through things, getting rid of things and found the first issue of Satellite Telephone, a print magazine out of Seattle that was published in 2007.

I've 3 poems in the mag, poems which I hadn't preserved but that I like.  Here they are:

WHILE I WAS OUT

My vocabulary

did what?!

THE CURTAIN

between you

and I

has two

cut-outs.

Through one

you read

my lips

and through

that other

I caress

your crotch

until we

come to

switch positions,

begin again

with a

curtain stretched

between us

just so.

WHILE I WAS OUT

You enjoyed

my symptoms

much more

than me.