POEM MADE OF LIES ABOUT MY LIFE
I have never seen a ghost // I have just one husband, dead and alive / My childhood home was never struck by lightning / I wear red lipstick…
I was thinking maybe you’d write one for me / and give it to me and I could say it’s mine / and never tell anyone, but always / give you credit…
19 First Lines
1. When we returned, gnats lingered in the air of our rooms / 2. I wrote it in smoke, we’re all descendants of someone / 3. Distance doesn’t…
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....
I am wordless bound. / What is a poem, / but something / / floating through space? / I’ve begun thinking / maybe consciousness / / …
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…
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