poetry

  i attention split pretending to listen you follow the scent of your fear     replying as though your mind were not divided for now no one can realize you’re terrified   ii who hasn’t seen buzzards circling overhead & wondered … Read More

  Lost savings, empty storefronts— a window of time but not of opportunity. Somewhere in the future, jobs wait for their workers, directionless and tentatively loyal. We are trying to become the kind of people who can have flings with … Read More

  I don’t remember when the last survivor +of the Ludlow Massacre died. A story online disappeared, and I don’t remember when. I don’t remember the type of shoe +unscripted and airborne the president ducked when visiting Baghdad. Threads of … Read More

  They both move along the path as car headlights on a dark road. She has a face that looks like the first sun on seeing its light reflect off a tree. Her eyebrows paint horizons. The dog walks alongside … Read More

  —after Andrea Read A woman holds a white chicken in the back seat of her car and the wind gusts, throwing the poplars back as if they’ve suffered a shock. I worry the roads are icy. The night my … Read More

  ‘what life I got left, I clawed together’ a world where polar ice melt means more plunder ice inside St. Louis windows children freezing to death in al-Hol in the Red Centre dry riverbeds and a hundred dead horses … Read More

  —for Karim Ennarah Amid November’s raid, the journalists at the office learned to make paper boats to pass the time. Suddenly there were as many boats as people, except not one boat had a name. It is November again. … Read More

  voices clashing lines to an election drafted on the canvas. Mornings here afar covering American night news are cold as Aschbach Walzweiher long, wavering lake’s strands of mist hiding facts, lies prolonged, ghost streaks hovering behind unlawful deaths, before … Read More

  Call it that, this hatch or migration around the campfire pit, so that they ascend our own long legs, and we catch a glimpse of them or their shadows scrambling over our knees, and worse yet feel them on … Read More

  Forty minutes south of here the foliage changes, and forty minutes more there are armadillos, which are adorable and carry leprosy. At the rest area the thick nylon divider between urinals is cut with swastikas, same thing at the … Read More

  Rich guys liking space is such a huge cliché that I won’t ask about Blue Origins or your Picard costume. I’d rather talk about the Clock of the Long Now you’re building in Texas, how it’s meant to mark … Read More