Rain, like scratches on metal, rains. John comes in drenched with tinsel and rains on the mat. While the door is open, Miles Davis, and everything…
Currywood. Running. Noon. Bright.
Around the apricots. Damascos. That’s Spanish for. / The breeze. Hissing in my. Where did my breath. / I need it back. I’m running. The water....
Dear Corporation(Precarious College Town…
I was about to smash my hand / through the shatterproof glass / of another disheveled college town halloween, / but then this girl walked past…
Cecilia, or: most of what happens in a …
Cecilia and everything undone. / Inadequate and worldly. / Smiling and smiling and smiling / and thank you and everything else. / Their skin, their…
The rain came and I wasn’t ready sweaters Shoved in a crinkled blue bag in back of the / Closet. I had to dig them out and pants too. / Not…
I will never regret the secrets I have kept. // Sometimes, though, they escape as a hiss. / // / The secrets I have kept belong to him as…
I Got Dressed This Morning For You
Birds, / seventeen / // red-crests / singing / // wear / the dress / // the one / you feel / // sleek in / like an eel / // a…
We were supposed to meet today; we decided this ten years ago, on a patio. We would meet in a little California town known for its songbirds. //…
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