You in your resplendent prose / Me in my wilding and tumbleweed syntax / You and the spackled floors of a harbinger house / Me and my trinity of holes / You in the tiger cage / Me in my pile of …

Inside you there is another you / The you inside you has a tight hold on your body that's why your fingernails curl roundly / inward, your outer ears eddying also get sucked into your body if the you …

Gentlemen of Ghent / gentlemen of Ghana gentlemen at leisure / With Ivana in Tehran gentlemen aplenty gentlemen may I call you / Gentlemen gentlement this one weird trick to reduce / Ungentlemanly …

When an eagle reaches mid-age, it becomes the top predator. / Like an arrow, it can catch prey with its eyes closed. / When it reaches that age / It decides to fall from the sky where it spent half …

In Lars von Trier's film, Melancholia, Kirsten Dunst's / character, Justine, tries to keep one step ahead of it. / You can see this in the first half of the film / where, at her own wedding, she …

Because knowing is impossible / and imagining is lethal. / Let the possible be / child of the real, / splitting the rock.

Bachelors of atmosphere making / pals wherever in their white tuxedos. / Ladies stroll stiff drinks across / democratic cloud cover. / Leaving is thus so easy, despite the red gnaw of my pretty hand …

Like La Llorona I weep / "Ay, ay, ay..." // I am // infertile. A womb / of skin & blood & bone stitched / to wind & words & dust.

love you, heathen passenger, gonna help the nun / sitting across the aisle on a LA bound flight / dressed in drab habit, bone scapular & bright belief

Lizards flatten against hot dirt. The mountain belongs / to the mountain lion. As a cactus stiffens at a stranger's / breath, your thumb trails the hairs down my stomach.

When the human lunges for my hand, my face / is a perfect, solid screen.

Madam or most likelier Sir by now / you have noticed the salt-dark smell of sulfur

to play possum apply a temp shroud and blow

Last night I dreamt of the house where I don't live and don't possess / it had blue walls and a membrane of quince instead of a roof.

the sky enraged / sharp points of rain / one kid holds a / calico cat / under an umbrella

I wish to be water / so I can't be held.

Lay me down on top / of your Hummer // like an 8-foot Douglas // spruce you hacked

In the city of Chiannesi (Umbria, Italy) during Mardi Gras, there arose the custom of exchanging spirits--women would exchange with men, children with their parents, etc.

i am in the grayspace and the grayspace is like the moon, moon surrounded by desert but not quite

ghost rot & electrified warble in the wake / of Auto-tune reek of something fraudulent: / egos without deodorant stinking like Lincoln's / legacy--