Make me
dim-witted. One
of those days where
I can’t bare it—the hum
of madness. My belly wreaking
havoc up and down my spine,
intestines in a knot.
Garlic! Disgusting! or maybe
you called it gross & …
It's a bus stop in South America
And crossing five lanes of traffic
At ten in the morning.
It's quiet,
More than we were expecting.
The taxi is late for arrival and I am thankful for every second.
…
This is what you are
missing Melissa – dust turned to waves
in the desert – okra coming up two months
too late – a forward-breaking gate opening
into someone else’s field – I walk by
a window and I…
There are few mornings like this –
When the tumble day slows
and the sweltering July heat subsides;
when memories of last night’s fire show
resonate with a still-first sense of wonder.
The footfall …
barking up the right trees
stuck on the double branch
don’t climb if you can’t get down
if you can’t get down
better learn to
jump
the kids are so back
vlog squad with baby teeth
sucking ba…
The leaving was such that each apple
in the orchard glassed over into ghost-form
on a single night. Centers rotted, dropped out,
only translucent orbs at the end of wooded knots remained.
A buck ar…
I’m waiting for the tram, picking plums
but really what I’m doing is looking, longingly
higher up where most of the fruit is sitting ripe.
A man approaches —
bald but for a crown of white hair, l…
In front of the laundromat
a cigarette grows out
of stub and ash, smoke
seeps from lungs
back into sticky-dry
tobacco, red hot cherry
backs away from filter,
reshapes as fire, jets back
into …
Begins with texts to my best friend.
Do you want to hear my revenge fantasy?
Let’s get iced coffee and be brats.
Learned helplessness is a crime.
Success is an art. I’m working on my MFA.
That’s deep…
I am not mentally okay.
I thought of you, or more specifically,
I thought this would be something you'd enjoy.
This is some news you need to hear.
Here is some free therapy that I heard.
This made…
I felt like masturbating
I felt like crying
It was the twenty-first century
Already
A quarter over
There had been artistic movements
& wars
My debts had been repackaged
Countless times
The e…
Aishvarya Arora called us from Queens, NY.
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