+++after Charlie Kaufman Do I have an original thought in my head Does anyone What about an epiphyte Does it bloom with the same knowledge that’s stored in a tree’s trunk How Darwinian to worry yourself weary, to project your … Read More
Anything’s lucky or unlucky just because someone said so once and we all agreed so I say Friday the 13th is a lucky day since it reminds me of Thelonious Monk playing “Friday the 13th” with Sonny Rollins, those … Read More
Larkin said: “I know this is paradise,” picturing those fuck-drunk teens who brushed past him on the cobbled street: the boy’s hand on her hip, beer on his breath; the girl’s tongue dampening his ear. And Larkin looking back, … Read More
Meditate: though you balk at stalk, my tassels tantalize, manchild majazzling, intricate florals radiate out from the central sunflower, butterflies dally, dance, bees prance, bumble, dizzy, bop-pop out like beads, pollen-heavy, through levees, yellow grains dehisce this bliss—hiss, transfer … Read More
If you hold the syringe sideways, is it more gangster? You push the plunger through the barrel. The hilt of the blade hubs the needle, holds the shaft’s darkness as a lumen. Beveled at an angle, at the site … Read More
I feel like I am forgetting something every time I travel. Outside baggage, four excavators paw at the wreckage of the old terminal like the horses whose barn burns down in the dream my mom has when she leaves … Read More
From his schoolbook, the boy tore out a map of seas. The teacher with her sunny face and scraped-back hair wasn’t looking. The blues were beautiful. He’d never seen a real sea. Only his grandfather, a fisherman, had. He … Read More
the stew sauce sizzles little hope & joy accumulates we are made of what we forgive i go out for care, gaze & liquor i am the sky & the borrowed light an old porch hallowed by fireflies once … Read More
To a world spun around one question. To the geometries of the radio bird on brown brambles in winter— to our kitchen doors & dens of disorder. To the children who never come back. To their clothes hung perfectly, … Read More
Your mother wanted to give you an origin story of which to be proud, not the embarrassment of finding out she was pregnant while working the land records of the courthouse & ++when your father said he was at the … Read More
A thunderclap, and the sparrows erupt from the clouds like a shock of rain. I awake to such closeness. My youth, the bird struggling in my chest with all its white-hearted glory, the rifled plumage ++++both bleeding and not— Meanwhile … Read More
We wake in the dark. The night, wide as a horse’s maw, yawns. I want to be as silent as the trees before shaking leaves from their sides. It snowed for the first time in New York today. By … Read More