an orange horizon beyond the sunset-- / it could've been like that but it wasn't.
To defend ourselves against a mermaid / this bitch turned up in the pond behind the village / in the approaching winter
Having a baby is awesome, I definitely recommend it, / in the same way I encourage you to go to the hospice / wing and hold what part of your father's body you can / reach through the tubing as he …
From April 17, 1972, to June 2, 1988, Bobby Chacon boxed 67 bouts, a total of 431 rounds, with a record of 59 wins (47 by way of knockout), 7 losses (5 by way of knockout) 1 no contest.
(Before the bullets, before I bled out / on the concrete under an American / sun, I loved white roses.)
Starfish between them / fatten on tube worms / trapped in the tide pool
The people who believed in everything are long gone. / Their little temples and folk vestments, inscrutable. My dad's / family with their mouse masks and leaky chamber pots / and pine straw and red …
In a net of light against the buggy dusk, / squinting at my neighbor's just-hayed field, / hot whir still in my ears from the sickle bar / that wiped out how many nests of what, or / nearly?
QUEEN AT A PARTY Does the green dress sheath Herself, brain included? Married others shift limb to limb, parakeets on a wire. Madrigal, bloodrigal, chattering goblets, was she Herself? Who Who, …
'éetu: so be it, he says— & I ignite a flame striking a wooden match along the torso of my god: a face mirroring a boy afraid of only him- self: a shadow …
& after the first course, your corsage flatlines Beautiful convulsions Then, it sprouts wings, thorns, claws its way up your arm to swallow you goosebump by goosebump
You see the flower's form leak into itself. A self. Some things in America still make sense. I open my junk mail, Disney red. Your family. Liquid uttered out into the night freezes …
Forget the finger-flipping road rage, smile for the tiny waving palm. Bobble-hand Pope Francis figurines for your dashboards are available at the Madonna Shop. We got …
Is it really warranted, for you to bring a gun to New York, city of high achievement? Thoughtless we both stood, me, trying to talk you down from taking an overdose of cerulean powder, …
Is it really warranted, for you to bring a gun to New York, city of high achievement? Thoughtless we both stood, me, trying to talk you down from taking an overdose of cerulean powder, …
So much goes on without it baffles every time I begin. I read, I go walking. I take long routes past the elementary school, the fidgety, nebulous line at the crosswalk and the …
I called desire a lie that wants a cure, but don't assume the cure for lies is truth, or that by cure I meant a kind of health
Artist friend of mine works part-time at a store that sells Red Rooster pills to any guy who thinks he needs a “male sexual performance booster” or any gal who wants a 60-tab …
My sadness, that wet brown box moaning against the wall; gum of rain and dead trees, that bitch lost in a jungle of smoke, that yellow scrap of old news.
Pops wd say, hogs’ll knock you down and chaw yr eyeballs out of the socket. I seen ‘em. Pops collected slops from the poolroom café making you carry plastic buckets – don’t slop yr …