The first part, 再, meaning again . Again, threading a line through the eye. Images frozen in the lens, another morning’s silence caught in water. Wrinkles in a sheet of glass, …
Miranda and Steve are fighting and she’s telling him she’s not the right kind of woman. Charlotte puts on a mustache and a three piece suit for a photographer who’s turned on by crossdressing. …
Fled Sheeran: Ed, but a coward. Dead Sheeran: Ed, but RIP. Undead Sheeran: Ed, but even paler. Bread Sheeran: Ed, but sourdough. Bred Sheeran: Ed, but stuffed with a …
if Lady Gaga was a barracuda, she would be Lady Gargar _____ I’m a Marksist, as in I despise all men named Mark …
If Wednesday, the doctor’s. Trees stationed, canceling the first light. If Wednesday, blue of no privacy. Boston hospital where in me we see. The overwhelming matter. The whole mind. …
all of us have read, at some point, a biography / or at least a timeline
I crossed the tormented plaza. / No trace of the saint. / Even the rats were fleeing / from the fast gathering storm.
How young his tear-stained face, crumbling under / the fluorescents. Unbalanced on the stool in front of class. / Dogs have to be trained to fight, conditioned / to violence, like humans. He told us how he trained him
but it all turned out to be the Tetris theme and they could remember no other, no Pac-Man, no Galaga, no Ms. Pac-Man (did she have her own? almost certainly not, the rats think), was there a …
I eat off old plates here, my grandparents’ / grandparents’, translucent to age, a blue // light, that, snowlike, settles in the kitchen. I own no others / yet. Over dinner, I dream of …
As always the end begins / with a social media post / by the president of the United States / about the size of our nation’s nuclear button / compared to a foreign / dictator’s. As …
i dove into you eclipse first just like joni / strung out on another man. one man then / another i drifted down the russian river
Don’t ask me how I got the job. / I had no experience. / I was nineteen; / I had given everything up, / my salvation included.
Somehow in every / nationality, His beard / connects.
the poem opens for me no matter. a blood-letting riot / absorb the symptoms, interpret the malady, erupt / into nummular hives & feign resolve. no more breaking /
My friends don’t come over to help me / sort through my mother’s things. / The ashtrays. The bills. The navy blue suits. / No one brings me a home / cooked meal. I don’t belong
I swear / he yelled at me like I had plans / to set the field on fire in my sports bra
The dogs are bored. The children are bored. I was never / a child
I birthed her. And when I think back it is like / a nearly drowned head cutting the water’s surface.
People are afraid of my memory and they should be.