Category: Poetry

  • It begins to tell at midnight

    If I did itI’d do you firstsparing the next onethe note would read“imagination is a maladaptation” fingernails in the bone ashburied half of youthe women shudderand move on“let go” whips of memory and attentionmolar sharp but twisted necka drug mimics and mufflessurrendering“deal with the harm” If love was believableit wouldn’t need so much evidencethe women…

  • Top 10 ways to dream hyper-normally in 10 days for no discernible reason

    1.I am angry in my dreams more than I remember thembut dad turns to look at me like a boy in oneand joy in his eyes is joy in mineI cry until it feels like an orgasmwake up and write that the good memoriesmake me cry in my dreams more than rememberingthe terror of my…

  • all i wanted

    an air conditioner and sunglasses on Christmasthe winter sun peeling my cheek, I’m squinting atan ad for a lawyer looming above a freeway accidentthe responding officer in a Santa hat we arrive with headaches to dinnerat the last inn across townthat will still let us into take a knee and smoke in the backyard did…