The last night we spoke, you said we could make this work.
I sold the bed we used to sleep on, to forget, hoping it would work.
I left the pink book you gave me on my desk, your letters
in my drawe…
Get in vans with strangers: a Palo-Santo heavy Chevy G20
with a sonnet-spilling prophet; a red 70’s Volkswagen
shaggin' wagon with three long-haired surfers headed South;
a fuzzy pink and purple p…
"these days, everybody wants to hear the prophecies of yore at a mcdonald’s drive through, and i just don’t think that that’s what i’m after"
& when my friend pulls up & the speaker starts crackling…
I dreamed of a canoe, and of the two of us: I was new on the lake. Streaming through the murk, the cellar scent of blue and brown water, and you, my new love, saying nothing, only rowing us backwards…
Chocolate Polynesian brown was beckoned
to the land of the long white cloud
to work in factories, freezing works, docks,
was beckoned to work hard,
send money back to islands of hibiscus and frangip…
I studied Italian painters, Giorgione, Titian.
At one job, I’m a glorified secretary.
I answer the phone in my professional voice
and sell gaudy urns to luxe addresses.
My neighbor listens patien…
so you do the next best thing
and you cut your hair
you follow a youtube video
and a confident-man-hair-stylist-type
shows you how using a mannequin head and swift movements
on your turn you tak…
People fell in love during the fall of the Roman Empire
and people were falling in love in 1930s Germany, the Nazis were coming into power and regular German citizens were going on dates and fallin…
Dad was on the couch, mostly
starving to death in front of us
cancer, stage IV
(for this type, many don’t catch
the earlier stages, and of course
there aren't later ones)
we hung pinecone bird fe…
Let’s be monsters.
Let’s be witches and bitches
and crones
and just
hideous.
Let’s be powerful.
Let’s take and take and take
and grab the world,
just
fucking hold on with claws
and teeth
and refuse …
Three weeks to Christmas. We bide our time
on the line by conjuring posties of the past—
side-burned and handcuffed, the ones in ‘81
who dared to defy back to work orders.
Got the whole country mat…
if you are sad: sit, silent, and bathe in the brine of an olive jar. let the salt consume you till you are preserved in acidity rather than memory, and the blood in your veins might well be that of t…
Lake Berryessa, azure at our backs the man from Toluca slips me
lozenges from under his tongue Spanish alive in my mouth
touches the screen reaching deep ligh…
"There is a look one sees,
the mouth somehow desperate–
…
the fear of death, taking as its form
dedication to hunger…"
- Louise Glück
b/c one day i will want for nothing
b/c one day i will not want…
My dad died
and sports came back.
We wore masks at his funeral
to avoid being next, I guess.
The night before
Joe Kelly fired at Carlos Correa’s head
and cleared the bench
and I get it,
because what…
You’re like a paragraph in a book, he says, folding a dollar bill into an origami ring at the bar, and I’m not sure if it’s an insult. He slips the ring onto my forefinger: don’t get too excited. Sho…
Double-check you have not morphed into wax.
Are the appendages protruding from the trunk
of your body still soft skin, or have you hardened
your armor like they taught you in eighth grade
when a car …
When the blues find where I’ve been hiding,
They pile on like puppies—
so damn excited to see me.
These days, I’m into cats, brother.
You know, maybe one will rub up against me,
once in awhile, o…
My mother’s half brother wore a blue herringbone tweed jacket with padded elbows to her funeral / The kind worn by a caricature of a substitute teacher or traveling salesman or a freshly sober high s…
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Tue 13 May 2025
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