I want you to ask me something outrageous.
“Because he’d melt into a summer night
Perspire wasps and fire flies
And I’d awake in puddles of
Wintergreen peppermint ice cream.” Continue reading
their mouths hold nothing
not even air: Continue reading
“do you look at your life?” i thought
everyone did – but do you
make eyes at your own history? where
are the moments that are stories within themselves?
rarely have we written ourselves down – and why?
even our triumphs are marred by mundanity.
still, it is an inimitable existence
and the time, however passed, is ours. Continue reading
I would rather not palaver
endlessly with this unscrupulous organ
who takes so much credit. I would rather
not be at war with the thing that gives me
power. I would rather not lay amidst
the licorice scent of sweet mace and think
only of blood.
I said something to my PI the other day that might come back to haunt me. Continue reading
retreating to bed to hide
from the world your deep
body ache, ensconce it
in a cocoon of down; Continue reading
make monkey, your
mostly confirmed astolat of
breaking chimneys with
wide sweeps of impromptu
corn dancing. stop. you’re not
all right. it’s only a clowder
if the contours are purring.
something like that you can’t
smell rapture when it’s
changing shape, making giggles
and undoing its belt.
I must have missed the memo instructing all of us educated 20-somethings to get married.