left alone to the no stranger of myself I lie in a furrow with my tongue dressed in shouts taken by strangeness my backwards love for birdcalls I whistle back to to cows chewing cud I eat mud for field mice the screech owls that snatch them up my love unmatched for paperbacks soaked in roadside puddles my love for… Read more →
Fluff my pillow. Draw the shade, shut all the light outside. I am dying of thirst. Place the cup to my lips, Atlantic currents for my parched tongue. I must ask ancestors how to greet the coming waves as joy. Warm blanket. Tucked feet. Sit God in my lap to comfort anxiety before I witness a final wink and breath… Read more →
I see ——— so much from above in dreams that I try to forget what it looks like. Here, it is industrial and creaky, rusted. I know I cannot leave the car, or push the driver, my ———, anymore. I am not in a plane, flying overhead. I am on the road, so high up on the stilted road. Even… Read more →
I want a taste but this is a twist e d need I make this . It’s great eating I’ve got varying attempt s . I prefer to B B B skinless You can use thighs . People love to ! If you can’t use Me Frozen Canned green You can shred and cube until i soften . Next, add… Read more →
I’m on your bed right now. You’re playing some niche game— your latest obsession. The room smells like toast. You’re heating up frozen pizza, but all I can smell is the crust burning. We’re still young— your sheets haven’t been washed since you moved in two months ago. Your pillow is yellow, suspiciously so, but you’ve bought a new one… Read more →
Then the words stopped fouling magenta air. If grief is a flavor we are infused with it and you are not able to spit. A cold cup of water before the Solstice dawn breaks. Shame like crumbs swept from the counter. Take my pulse. Your pulse. In syncopation. One word we own: estrangement. Or better, bittersweet.
As a ghost, I explore concrete — cities mostly where I blend with smoke, and smoke cigarettes (nothing to lose; I am ephemeral). Selfies only other ghosts can see — I take them of myself with marble statues, terrazzo floors, porcelain vases. I envy the edges of things: corners of buildings, facial features, drops of rain. Every chance I get,… Read more →
Daybreak A gradual head-slide of oily dirt making its grand rounds, my hair keeps people at a comfortable distance, except for the other grease heads: downtrodden musicians dedicated to the grind, autistic gamers who excel in AP Calculus and Pokémon battles, the 3rd shift FedEx loader who stacks boxes like Tetris. My people, perhaps. For the most part though, I… Read more →
sky off the sill of opportunity we stole had the flat awakeness of too much black tea. unseen at lauds and silent flush against the wall we followed our ivy, free to roughly crawl, to clasp ourselves unfree, to become as whispered syntax tangled up like like like pilgrims edging towards, lest they profane the coming blush of dawn. how… Read more →
All winter the mummified blue whale is hauled through Hungary in an oversized trailer Wherever it parks a small carnival sprouts to offer spun sugar and fortunes bouts of muscle and luck But mostly people flock to the pop-up spectacle to gawk at the whale Some are lured to a sideshow cage to stare at the oddity under the sign… Read more →