Poetry
of future cosmetics
What they might try to map out / on my face, or with needles / / I would rather burn / / The unfinished quilts / pressed, in a case,...
wanting
It’s 2:30 am, the time / I’m supposed to forget, / when we open our legs / for gruff solace. Romance / took a hike two hours ago / and I want...
how to recognize change
Clouds scud by the moon and patches / of light appear in the snow-seeded clouds. / / Greater temperature variation does not mean / we get nicer weather. / /...
considering the nunnery
This morning on my way to the dump, / working on a poem for your sister’s wedding, / but late for an appointment with the mechanic / (and irritated because you had...
meet again
Him dead three tears, and I’m wearing his shirt. / Them days is over. Summig on the uh, radio, / No, wireless. The old songs. His shirt hung up / By the...
untitled, november 23, 2006
why breathe air. why feet / / would you want to trust another technology. / other than what you can see that breaks. / / there is nothing more satisfying...
from Aphrodite’s Birds
come, my birds. / let me whistle you down from the winter branches, / the bleached sky, / let me tease you into the open. / / i have decorated my...
surface
Le ciel est paré / d’eau douce et d’aveux / / cette douleur / dans un lieu habité: nos corps / et puis les songes que remue / un sommeil bref...
she seven
7. Number seven is a crooner, a jukebox ass-swayin’ horny as spring-fucking / crooner. She sings and she giggles. The sound of her laugh drains into me, a / stingy sap. I...