The arm of the living room chair amputates itself again. Nothing stays whole for long around here. The right tool for the job may (never) be a (staple) gun or orphaned glove. A cracked dish can draw blood from a finger, preventing the injured from counting to ten. From the back of a kitchen drawer, the world continues to dissolve. Cities… Read more →
We were vampiric in our upside-down Cave love; her blood’s gross. I want her to drag me Around town like a torn cape. When I say her name, I slay her name Until my body-lights Go out. I say her name until her name Is all I have inside my head And I am totally not tempted To deep-search the… Read more →
There’s no wrapping it up on the island. It’s not tropical. I cross over a bridge to drive here, bike here. Some days I swim here, too. It’s Grand Island. Originally home to Seneca tribes, who called it “Ga-we-not,” meaning “great island.” Surrounded by the Niagara River. According to Google, it’s an island that was created “to make a new… Read more →
At the waterfall, I jump in and I trustWhoever jumps with me; we just work.If I dared you to do it, would you? Do I jamb the door to your heart room? I am a Time Lord or a lyric dunce;You are my worst and final judge. Your donkMakes me thirstier than the thirstiest horse On the ranch. Feed me… Read more →
a snake’s shedded skin paper bag thrown over your head daffodils beaming at the window every once in a while lives slithering in a small living room genetic hypermobility surnames and half-names and dead-names rivers changing with every body that enters we used to share one heart she says can’t you feel that now? mixed-up underwear folded neatly hamsters eating… Read more →
In recent weeks, my son has been claiming to be an angel. He holds his arms close to his sides and slumps a little as if from the weight of his wings. My wife placates him: “You’re my angel,” she says and feels his forehead often to see if he has a fever. “When did you become an angel,” I… Read more →
