In early May we are driving south from Phoenix on Interstate 10. The land in every direction is sparsely vegetated—saguaro cactus, organ pipe cholla, barrel cactus, and mesquite. Dust blows across …
I had not yet labeled myself but felt the pull of men irresistible. I was drawn to a boy and examined every tether but the core one, that I wanted him to feel the same for me and I knew he didn’t. …
After Graham stopped returning my texts, I started leaving little parts of myself all over the Internet. In his early twenties, especially, Graham left doorways to himself everywhere—not just the …
When she is young, the name “Mary” is very common. If Social Security records for the ranked popularity of baby names in any given year went back to the first century, “Mary” would be number …
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Shelly is fifteen years old, and she is alive today. Shelly is only sometimes alive. Sometimes she is dead.
we can all agree / no jobs for clouds / unconscious drifters
I get a haircut and scrub the stove, feeling unpeeled / from the old terror.
On my swallowed stone, I painted the weather inside a zebra stripe.
Could I not want / the justice and / the sentence and / the jail of a goal?
though I do // look pretty good / slung over // where a pair // of hot pink / fuzzy dice // used to hang—
Take this cryptic correspondence as – a sound bite skirts my wonder.
But come on, even Eve ate a dead baby dino. / Adam was still munching on his apples like a dweeb.
only the two rocks holding each other know / where they find balance.
You love to see it—discrete individual units realizing they are not / at all that. Like a grass field caught in wind, finally understanding / its purpose, I breathe with the sound of God breathing.
No one said much / just / this makes virgins, that // makes pollution.
he is remembered // like a stoic painting. it looms over / his organ, static from years // untouched, nesting nutcracker / and country hymnal.
How the distances collapse when / moving at speed, several instances of relapse folded until one prolonged scene, an / abrupt start from sleep.
Call it oxymoron, where to shed is to gain worship, / polish escaping into the hidden temples of my teeth.