Poetry
Mother, O Moon
Tehran, 1979. You were only 10 years old— a child, and the moon became exile. He took you to the market because you wanted some shoes; held you by the hand, like...
Two Signs I’m on the Path
My new thought is, I’m ordinary. An everyday mernie, another bozo on the bus. My father Jack predicted something similar when I was born and it looked like I’d survive. Plus, I’ve...
nyctinasty house party
night roses, my friends & i embrace folding like petals onto sofa, maybe beds, drug-fuelled nastic movements buried in purple LEDs shrieking we love & we love & we love sweat dripping...
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Logical Reasoning
after the Law School Admissions Test (LSAT) You are born into noise. / Your first memories perforated by the sharp slam / of kitchen cabinet doors, / throat-sung Tibetan folk songs, /...
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Last Father’s Day
You craved mussels when you were dying. The dexamethasone made you ravenous in your first last weeks. We wanted to bring you home for Father’s Day, treat you to a rare feast...
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Pickle Jar Love Poem
I am fascinated by your dog’s ability to find the filthiest corner of the earth & bury her face in it. Lodestar of trash. Always so verklempt to be pulled away from...
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This Counterfeit Year
There’s a stochastic parrot in the tree of life. he’s eating clay to calm himself; he wants to turn the brackish lagoon of his acidic, oracular mouth into a better semblance of...
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After We Marry and Head West
I will wear the dress you bought me in Omaha: pin-prick flowers, rick rack trim. Of my two moods—stoic, verklempt—I will choose the former, become my tin-type self: neo-homesteader in scuffed boots,...