Poetry

Complicated

it’s 3 am and i’m standing half naked in front of my fridge. it’s still 84 degrees but i don’t really mind it anymore, it makes this all just a little bit ...

good person

writing this poem will not make you a good person publishing this poem will not make you a good person working hard will not make you a good person paying ta...

B IS FOR BREAD

which my ang mo friends here in Singapore seem to think is poison. They are paleo, gnawing on jerky and preferring their food to predate the invention of penici...

Tired

How hard the hearts close on lip tips and soft drip love like clenched teeth as voluptuous lonely samely knows television and only kissing inanimance. Fuc...

4 Things

Breakfast Dk what I’m gonna do about the breakfast game through all this Bc I hate buying almond milk Peanut Butter Peanut Butter’s good It’s really good...

Cinco De Mayo

The morning he broke up with me, he shit his pants. We got a donut shaped as a poop-emoji to commemorate the occasion, singing Miley Cyrus’ The Climb o...

Spider pinecones

In the gloaming, chilled pinecones are collected from the mauve gardens. The tallest trees reach for the first stars, the almost silver mirrored in dew. A ginge...

[To Hell With] The Beyond

An excerpt from WITH A DIFFERENCE: Turn your back to the afterlife.                      Kick dust into the eyes of it all.”                                 ...

Bitter-Pit

My therapist says she can tell when I’ve not eaten because I look pale, pale honeycombs and peaches with bruises, delicate purple patches thin skin stretch...

19 at 12:49 p.m.

In Spanish, the word mama translates to “nurse” or to “fuck with” if you place emphasis on the first syllable— a single word to mean and be the mean of th...

I WANT YOU…

(a library catalog "browse title" found poem)     I want you all to myself I want you! An experiment studying the selection effect when as...

blue / blue

piano string bones strung joints unsmoken cigarettes marionette motherings this is flora, fauna us in the quiet hoarding breath mourning fingers carving...

Coney Island

It is an enduring satisfaction for our species to make little systems and tend to them.                                                                        ...

A Thing

O—to be as hated as the mall, as invasive species. Stunned, I call 911. Or as loved. A grief vacation. That’s not a thing. A brassy sleep. Or as cov...

Single Serve

There are no butterflies disguised within your plastic coffee cocoons. I, too, am a victim of addiction— I find your needle so convenient. Your single b...

Huh?

I have a hard time with milky tennis shoes and photographs of champagne. The void insisting it is not a void. Especially when I’ve tasted plaque and evict...