Category: Poetry

The Flower Rouge

“The perfect flower’s perfection/ is to smooth this funereal mound.”

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River, river, I’m broken/sinking down

It’s 4 in the morning and you’re pulling at my bedsheets again. I’d like to think I’m the boulder willing river water into a million little Vs, the shapes of teeth on parted lip, buzzing. In my memory, you appear … Read More

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Resonance

“Warped, I see not, but glass splashes yester;/Time slows. Gasping, from what nous hang I now?”

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from a costco gas station in california

“but roots are live wires, and you never saw / that I’m more brick than concrete…”

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in the morning, in the light

Breath-poem.

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Martinus Young, I had a crush on you when I was five.

“A quotidian damage. Consolidating into a tiny scar; a crescent moon./Now, that’s the only trace I have left of you, Martinus Young.”

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after mother

“the catching of blood / & buttercream pipes / around edges as the mattress coils / find a home in my ribcage.”

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The Bees Are Trapped

Nicki Minaj, where are the bees? The bees are not in the trap— They are trapped in air that refuses to be their home.

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Gingko Leaves

“All / Cicero said we need is a library and a garden, so I’ll keep / little brown pots on the windowsills.”

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The Swamp

They breed in drains. A tinful of groundnuts. Fist in the honey pot. Can’t. Cultured, in a bad way. And bloom into quintillion coils. Theft at midnight, errors in the yard.

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After the Darkness and Thunder

“That October was particularly dreary. / The clouds slid through the sky / Like lazy gondolas weighted down by unfurling ropes.”

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Love According to Gabriel García Márquez

“Love is a breath, and a surprise, and the common space between two solitudes, and two bodies.”

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