Category: Poetry

Is Greater

A pantoum just for you.

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The Deal

The deal man.

The fucking deal.

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The Smell of Salt

“We rolled the shoes / over like small, still bodies.”

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In Princeton with You

“Your clothes are spilling from their drawers / It seems I’d rather stay indoors / When I’m in Princeton with you.”

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Milk cum laude

“10 o’clock peek-a-boo
12 o’clock Looney Tune”

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october

“I see the act of painting now, and / It is still too fast.”

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Road Trip, A History

“Pools of trees, untamed, contained, broke free into ocean forests / circled above by lonesome eagles.”

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Resurrecting Tay (Microsoft’s A.I. Twitter) in my father’s childhood home

Benadryl bites.

The whites of his eyes, half in the light.

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On Orange Juice

“…poetry ploughshares tombstones and headstones and footstones and no-stones, makes suffering beautiful and tasty…”

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The Apotheosis of Washington

his brush-stroked / countenance / and plaster-backed / powder blue / dress coat / dragged down / into the crypt

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A Funeral the Day before Halloween

“There’s an imposter
In the coffin”

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wearing weighted blankets

first semester, i read and wrote and p-setted, claimed dual residency in forbes and ncw so i could eat until my mouth and stomach begged “no more,” got home everyday to lovely humans who never fail to make me laugh … Read More

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