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Still Wondering if You Made It
I’ve been able to miss you, without knowing / if your silence began at the grille of a truck / on a state route at dusk, or with a secret / decision, or in sudden sickness I’d never learn
the first thing about
Shutdown.log
if (soul == None): / log("disconnection detected"); / backup("last known version of me");
Parietal Operculum
Someone said your skin / is like velvet, which produced only a worn out / glimmer in the region, but when I touched // you I was myself full of ocean nettles, scalpels / and scythe, yellow and deep rose, forest green.
Ars Poetica with Amateur Tarot
While my lover the tarot reader is comatose / in the bedroom after a night of talking to a god / I could not taste or touch, I scatter / the cards across the living / room like spores
into darkness.
an “i want” poem about hilarious masochism
to get sunburnt / on the scalp & the top of the shoulders / where it freckles after the second burn
The Assembly Line Flow
Move and manufacture, / produce and progress / till guide, slide, shove / devolves to push, pull, / snap back on a fallen piece.
On the Death of a Queen
there is laughter like the ripples / when something dark breaks the water, / the laughter of children colliding
with the inert thigh of their mother / stood hollering
Pennypoker1919 to His Followers
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final sale: no returns
shelf life / expiration date / say you love me before the price tag peels off
On the 56th Anniversary of My Father’s Death
I decide to join the resistance against negativity. / To celebrate that cancer is a chronic illness now. / And that an old family friend will be able to live / with his blood cancer, stage four.
Love Song Intended to Stave Off Discontinuation of Relations (Unsuccessful)
I’ll be your boy toy!
A Puerto Rican Bathroom
Last St. Patrick’s Day I was groped / on the sidewalk outside Tin Roof. / Too much Jameson was how we got there, / waiting for an Uber / that would never show.
Re: I HAVE DECIDED ABOUT POETRY
Red graffiti says I HAVE DECIDED ABOUT POETRY & it’s like, what did they decide / exactly, that poetry’s so great they left their family moved to the mountains / lived in a little tent in the middle of nowhere writing haikus 24/7? Or did they decide / poetry’s so not worth it
Thursday
Nearly 21,000 kids are simply unaccounted for in Gaza. They lie under their homes’ stones. / In Idaho, a dry breeze drifts from the sycamore across my windowsills past the lilacs. / I toast sourdough and spread blue cheese dressing, lay down green leaf lettuce, / overlap tomato slices and pile on oven-crisped bacon, feel it crunch under the top bread.