After The Abortion
I bought orange lilies from a hothouse wild flowers that grow man-made in February: delicate beasts
cancer poem #1
5 good hrs w/steroids&oxy in the land of headless people with faces on their chests—comatose explorers thinking theirs are best to lead the way to futures traded for avocado toast & art dispensed from automats mosquito killer sprayed on babies fog & fruit all full of maggots lab-created mechanical maggots cells regenerate in these maggots * * * 2am &… Read more →
cancer poem #2
a snail carries its house on its back & on its back are all our houses— it’s snails all the way down i thought it was turtles said someone no—that’s only in anecdotes we’re living the endtime condors & cormorants have birdhood in common california & eldorado have gold it’s the presence of eyes that perceives but the absence of… Read more →
Holding Pattern
something leans in the night and bends it something reaches into the space but doesn’t quite speak the sleeping bees in their drowsy the sleeping trees if they sleep, and down the road my neighbor dreams a new forest one two three four, now we tumble out the door the sky crackles and the dry ground thumps like a drum… Read more →
Mottephobia Hollywood
A producer asks you to pose naked lying on a block of ice. A pantry moth flies into the trap of glue and pheromones. It’s you and a veteran and there’s sexual tension because you’re a girl and he’s a guy. Do you have the right sound equipment to flirt? When you go to sleep, pantry moths lay eggs on… Read more →
The Train
It was little and it was fast and it was nothing. In the heavy dark my neck was a fencepost stringing barbed apologies between my body and everyone else’s. Obscure lessons, whispered the man in the hurricane. How bitter the winds were, how they peeled me from my skin. How I wanted to be fast and small and nothing at… Read more →
to turn back to the world
today— false brome today— was a rookie on the force today— himalayan blackberry, invasive, the non-native one today— didn’t pose a threat today— perennial lupine today— “objectionably reasonable” today— wild strawberry wrentit nuptials today— mistook her handgun for a taser today— yellow glandweed, skipper butterfly atop tufts of melic today, unrest, racial today— wild radish today— dijon kizzee sticky monkeyflower… Read more →
Softly We Sit
After The Gossips, Camille Claudel In a warm, wet walled, roomlightness comesin with steam. My bellyround, backcurved, two triangle breastspoint to my hips. Flanked by two womenwe lean in forbreath rolling off our friend’s lips. Outside her storydoesn’t exist.In here we moan truth. The story is part of the wallsletting in a little light. Our shadowsare all welcome, unsurprising. My… Read more →
Interference Patterns
We nap, cool and dark. Halcyon summer bursts through sky and sidewalk, embraced. Thin window slats diffract worldlines like fuzzy light. Dreams wait within the distribution of paths between matter and yearning, between first sight and unbound lives, apertures and possible light. We awaken to certain unlikelihood— the sun entangles us to your hand warming mine, to oceans like reservoirs… Read more →
Things I Say to My Dead Ancestors Before Falling Asleep
I’m as much a hypothesis as you, as much a tirade against how the stars have been constellated in the daydreams and nightmares of other living beings. I’m shaping my body into parsecs and fathoms and grace notes and ampersands. I am sad because I will one day die without knowing more than a mote or two. And yet I’m… Read more →