Heavy fog converts fireworks into half-hearted jokes. Bold rabbits, the dark tips of their ears. Milky rain rivers down the hill, dismantling pavement; foams up the driveway, wind-driven; smashes on every surface, scatters. Then: a second set of spruce tips emerges. Haze. Shining flanks of cows and horses. Fields of drowned flowers. Orderly as crib railings or cell bars, forsythia… Read more →
open the floor for fur salesmen anglo-talian landlords estate watchers’ misfortunery gold leaf guy dude billfolds inappropriate bodychants please lock the chamber later black undershirts fashpore white seven figures the broker girth a photograph with donny j missile burg wargrin photo with the mummified mule crime we don’t condone mobdoing CAFO loiterers manure-filled stanged cosign unwanted stadiums who loves disgusting… Read more →
out of my mouth, I miss the power that it gave me. To feel the soft pink cells of the gums tear, rip this body apart with my own hands. This is not to say I want to die but to say I want to feel the new enamel growing in, I want its subtle, groaning pain. I have lived… Read more →
A fat roach crawls across the floor toward one crumb that grows ever larger like a dead eye. A dead eye crawls across the floor towards one crumb that dreams of being a roach. The skills you need wear you like a bag of skin. But only you can sew the bag.
the best part of a bruise is not the pain not the tenderness of skin not the touch of fingers curious about its limits not the hue not the blood that pools like vulnerable tidewater gallops lazy toward the heart not the heart not the bruise itself but the bruising thing its force how it knows no boundary no method… Read more →
Everything went into the jar. Extinct charismatic megafauna went into the jar. And George Lucas. And a Martian heat ray. And death, wearing a balloon hat shaped like a jar. And an NFT shaped like death. And freedom. The jar was a very safe place to keep your freedom. You could carry the jar everywhere and never lose your freedom…. Read more →
La Virgencita appeared on a Tuesday afternoon, voice rasped like a smoker, definitely not the honeyed tones I’d always imagined. Too many hosannas, she explained. I’d wanted an apparition, a bird perhaps, or maybe an image emblazoned on cloth or a statue that wept. What I got was an omen in sunglasses, a fountain of immaculate advice. She kept vigil… Read more →
Most everything held close finds a way to expel itself from here. It may later resurface on a rain-soaked window. Most other times, I’ll never see it again. I practice smiling to strangers, unsure the shape my lips make, convinced they must be red. I’m unsure how often to apply sunscreen. I’m unsure how long to microwave leftovers. Maybe they… Read more →