To hate yourself and have sex
makes you a movie director
on a street corner, seeing
everything in slow motion,
scouting for bodies.
When it’s too dark to see
we clock out to edit
more. After wo…
The cut on my ankle bleeds into the shape of an exclamation point
You speak and it comes out ornate
swirling, as if from an an ancient book
I’m trying to follow those letters
which are, inevitably,…
How their branches seem
to extend without burden
in the lengthening light,
their star-shaped leaves
of deepest burgundy,
weightless, more form
than texture, surrendering
to autumn air in such …
I hope all my books are banned books,
like, so contraband
they start trappin’ them out the bando—
people fiendin’ for my words with such fervor
clawing at the door
for just one more taste
someone…
as silent and holy as an empty church.
a polished row of pews. you, moon
in the sky, how do you do it?
your one-handed gravity
holding still the earth. astral magic trick,
you newly christened old…
remember bodies at night
how they glow
how they bend into us
like refracted light
the memory of where a body was
after it has left its phosphorescence
you cocoon into
the spaces around …
yeah i’ve got a lighter. can fix your filter. give you honey stick secrets and light tight roll laughter when you call me blue dream like your favorite strain like your favorite character ramona you …
In the palm of my hand I harbor
Fault lines, one-way streets,
A famous bridge half-crossed and
Another I steered from the passenger’s seat
While the driver smoked weed
Such honking dreams in the patc…
A man in a powder blue suit
offered to tell me my future
on Olive Avenue. When I tried
to say no, he said Baby, please,
in a way that told me that he
might know something that
I didn’t, so I held o…
I stay in bed til 2 then get up
and open all the windows.
Make coffee and walk around
the 5 x 10 space I call my living room.
Turn my attention to the postcards
and photographs on the fridge.
Sta…
I.
I fall in love every time I fly.
Leaving Dallas:
the medical student
wearing headphones and
a full headscarf just to forget her
be-planed predicament.
Above Tucson:
the sorority sister
wit…
When are you going to move closer?
The space aches between us.
It invents its own language.
The jagged edge of the ocean
paints the sand dark,
retreats into its own swollen
urge, arcs forward to t…
Sons blushed and became soft peaches in the hot backseats of cars, never even wanted the front seat. Or, I was the son, but it’s nice
to be plural and grand and count the dandelions in right field a…
When you’re out in the sticks - the woods are a fortress - sunlight stabs down at you in bright daggers - I bet no one told you how a canopy is like armor.
I had a place in the woods where rules cou…
I feel as if I should tell you
That I have never yet, seen -
A Beaver in the Wild/
but have, for sure seen plenty things:
-Too many a shrub and quail,
-Elk drunk at the Waterfall,
-Horses arrogant …
1. Trigger happy target
2. Archangel of the burnt and bruised
3. Newport ash on a papi store floor
4. Pants way passed where his mama taught
5. It’s my car sir
6. Ocean front scalp
7. Jesus …
Sometimes I wish I could stop you from talking
when I hear the silly things you say
Alison, I know this world is killing you
Oh Alison, my aim is true
- Elvis Costello, “Alison”
I wa…
A few years ago a machine peaked into my head
and found a section dead.
Most likely from a lack of oxygen in utero,
but really, that’s speculation – what’s done is done
and there’s no undoing it. …
For Owen Steinmann (2016-2017)
Sugars trickle from maples’ taut trunks, sapping
summer energy, the crystallized light of wanting
to stay alive. But what melody the drops make a man
from a pulpit al…
I finally want to talk about it
has taken me a decade more
than most and all my wisdom
teeth have fallen victim by now
the…
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Mon 16 Apr 2018
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