Poetry
Overpass
On the overpass above the QEW, / we dangled our wishbone arms over the green / metal rail. Cars coursed like blood in the lanes. / Your skinny shoulder against mine made...
Jet Lagged
My mother never went outside / something about the sun, her skin / so I studied sacred geometry / and pedaled our personal ozone / round and round on my banana-seat /...
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To Twitter, with Love
The body’s strongest muscle is the masseter. Found only in mammals, we use it to open & close the jaw. This doesn’t mean the heart is weak, beating its gentle syllabary of...
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Welwitschia
I was born in the gut of Blackness from between my mother’s particular thighs her waters broke upon blue-flowered linoleum and turned to slush in the Harlem cold —“To the Poet Who...
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Silverton, July 2007
Borrowed summerhouse, lethargy heavy in the rooms: a wall of rusted saws, a paperback on every surface, bin of silk scarves at the entrance to be worn, where? Town the size of...
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The Last Block in Little India
Auntie lets lethargy cradle her bones as she stands beside her stall of mixed pickles and chutneys. She nods at passersby, the creased skin of her cheeks like the spine on a...
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Backwater
Near rain. The man on the dike is back again feeding pigeons full loaves of sourdough among other scraps belonging in a compost bin. Below him, soft plumes of the eggplant slough...
spectacle in the museum of man until 1974
i lock bats in mason jars. call it a cruel thing, a bitch about to bite thing, but bats-teeth leave exit wounds too. i learned from a bashed-in circus tent to never...