Poetry
diagnosis
Limned with hoar frost / an alien geography / speeds past car windows, / / a lingering half-moon / fades into the white-blue / / sky; this is the day...
shown on this map:
all the things we let in / to the soft tissue of our bodies— / car alarms, pesticides, oxygen. / Some chosen; some forced: / nicotine, asbestos. Latitude of / learned habits...
present temperature
1. FIVE DEGREES / Somewhere a man with expensive eyeglasses / parses the smell of water / from a shelf of small clear tubes. / He is precise and the perfume /...
the ghostline
Imagine a big man, the kind you find / in the district of the upper hand / / and you’ll know my father. You’ve met him / on the ghostline, walking...
the poet
The poet, who I have it on authority / enjoys tequila reposado and group sex, / / ought to write more interesting poems. / Too many trees, and he no swinger...
subliming
to wake with perfect awareness of muscle, houses all in a row, questions sprinkled amongst the chairs. look back, little arrow, then step out, cross in full curiosity. the horizon is a...
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I’m too old / and empty / / for kettles / that run dry / / hips sore / legs stiff / / I’ll build / one bracket /...
circuit city
I’m part of a quick waiting line in Circuit City / A doe-eye register-girl asks me for my Visa. / Words are the only instalment plan the heavens / left me. I...
changing channels
This summer is a mild racket. Like legions / of crickets rubbing statistics from their tiny wings / / Twenty-four-hour news seeps through mesh / into oversweet air, wanting not to...