Category: Poetry

Prisoners

“The road unreels beside us, / Slicing the moonshade.”

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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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Arizona 06/13/2011

“the flash captures/our bodies/in eternal film”

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Masochism and a Self.

Embrace the mutilation

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Portrait of a Stranger

“and the paint’s thin enough / to show silver peaking / and wildflowers that cut / deep into her sides”

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Night-Blooming Flowers

“The sharp tenderness of Night’s long sigh / leaves the drunken hawk moths / dizzied from delight.”

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Four Poems

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING One time when I was walking down the street, I saw Kenneth Branagh. I said, Hey! Kenneth Branagh! I loved your adaptation of _Much Ado About Nothing_! And your work in _Wild Wild West_! I mean … Read More

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Displaced

“To erase the blankness, / masked the cleaner’s sting / with lavender and sage, / found places for my mother’s / good omens”

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Manuscription

I worry I will run out of words to explain you to myself but you teach me in the night, across my back you trace forgotten alphabets.

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Why Does Anyone Care About Old Faithful

Bee Hive, which happens to be a fifteen minute walk away from here, is just as awesome, actually more awesome because it’s more frequent and reliable and lasts longer and is overall a better investment for the whole family and … Read More

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Rules for When You Plan on Educating Your Future Children about Mortality

Tell them they will never die because they are too young to understand object permanence. Avoid their questions. You do not own any pets.

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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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