He Tells Me That Would Never Happen
When it happens,it happens into doorstepsleading to another chamberof the throat Last words laughing,their sets of keys janglingas I try kicking down the doorto their empty, empty rooms.
Anchor
I recognized the speaker at the Alcoholics Anonymous meeting, a man wearing a motorcycle jacket and a bandana. The memory has mostly faded, but I can still see him standing in that jacket, his hands pressing his sides from inside those pockets. My friend Michelle and I sat on folding chairs behind other people in that shadowy room. Motorcycle Jacket… Read more →
a tulip (the only thing)
you traced purple curve & long stem color extended from you— dyed the room. we dove in what i wished on- to wished in- to occurred, first i / the tulip we read together: be(d)side eyes wide, warriors&warriors where we reside, we felt / the tulip grow through.
The Ball
Two balls on the kitchen counter, one blue, the other a strange tangerine floral, the third was missing. I’d seen it just half an hour ago, a multicoloured orb that mystified the eye. What colour was it, Joey? I searched piles of wrapping, other toys splayed across the mid-winter living room post-birthday mess, nothing. Anger furnaced my mind, guts, my… Read more →