I keep pulling my hair out and starving— / a tongue at the end of my hunger. / I want to be turned inside out again— / a deep purple that bone and fire make.

I’m sorry. I apologize. Excuse me. I beg / for forgiveness. Under the torched / gown of sky, you ride me like a donkey. / And I let you. My screams are nothing / but windows painted shut.

“To be honest,” Eduardo wrote when we asked him to write a short introduction to this selection, “I’m weary of intros. I’d rather let the work do all the talking.” In that spirit, turn …

Let it drive down your throat / Coolly, effervesce and let it / Conjure a full-grow’n fantasy—o’ your / Future. Get it / to sound / [bite] your name like bluer blood / comingled with fortified …

and everything here smells gutted— / bloodtide, sea grapes in thick bloom, / our smashed plates and teacups. Dismantling / this grey shoreline for some kind of home, scared / orphans out bleating …

Excuse me, but I must say a few words, / for the backyard Bradford pear has finally bloomed / on this day, the nineteenth of February, a bright / Thursday afternoon. Here, where weather / avoids …

In the family story, his father tells him not to take a swim: / the shark net is down. Everyone knows not to swim / without the net. He dives from the cliff. From the air, a fin. / His flesh unlaces. …

On the nigh- / naked tree some voice in the management of / their own affairs: O what a mask was there, / what a disguise! Instances of displacement of / leaves...

1: Genesis, or, God is a man/and he owns you. You were bad. Put on some/got-damn clothes. 2: Exodus, or, you would still / be a slave if it were not for men. Also, magic. / Magic or, never question a …

A tourniquet will work          unless it doesn’t. They don’t          tell you what to do then if the artery is torn         behind the soft pocket of an armpit, or thigh       …

The pink bellies of stones feed wetness to the ground. The underside of / eagles, owls and sparrows, the embarrassing buttock of moon—this is my / upturned monarchy: the inside-out views …

but there were stars above me / too many / out of habit / I groomed the sky / once they multiply / good god won’t give a nod / we’ll have to throw / the whole sky away

let the summer tremble before our door / don’t open let it die from desire / we will laugh naked and tanned / and keep trying on the lady’s dresses / we will dance all day little girls / by the …

I know how my friend must have privately felt / on the cusp of his final adventure, watching / the cars on the highways around downtown Dundas / get smaller

I see Justice in the form of Dr. Attisha; through her horn-rimmed glasses, I see the blood lead levels doubling inside of toddlers.

I am OK to go / into another / dimension / a vision of / vast idiocy / and solitude / release it / through my / otherly abled limbs

...here / in the ocean caves where we breathe air, / sweet air, dewy with imprints of the shark / crimes, where the waves carry long lost envelopes

Ghost of my own design, was it your / gloved hands tracing out my spine the night / I lied my way into the ER, hoping / to be touched?

Love, I’m a musky vermouth, palm of discount / stars, instruction manual for low-end vibrators / which is to say, my frequencies have slowed / down to the flutter of a junebug’s libido

...the scritch-scratch of No Remedy passing first under the fall of sighs before the bridge of suicides, meaningless beneath the blue feather tips of kingfisher who shuns the deeper blue...