Let loose, the comet trails darkness,scratchy bright silencebirth canal to IV tubes,preserving the smell. You tolerate the tasteof missing tonsils, floating insidean otherwise piffled universefull of sloshing stars. A few raw hours lateryou’re the grounded pigeon, headstretching to make the ice creamgo down slowly.
see me sliding into this metal tube / head first this zing this friction / means a smell of iodine / means my theta signals / a subterranean chasm within your fluid swirl / where each tiny cell wells up / binding me to your microscopic galaxy / your weekend / a rare sun pouring through trees & a green… Read more →
i am plucking seed & skin from my teeth while she stirs, boiling strands of melon flesh you see, i don’t believe my pohpoh knows when to ladle the simmering fat because the pot overflows and still she hums a song about how she was inside the belly of a mare in a past life, as if she was the… Read more →
Take the mountain chains where the golden plover hasarrived, run your fingers down the grassy green slopes.The shore near the river is green too. Somehow last year’sleaves still hang on in the cracks and crevices; theytremble, they’re awestruck and terrified as the riverchurns. But here in the city, pressed against a wall, allyour features blur and yet somehow the serene… Read more →