poem

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...

ABSENTEE POEM

It’s when we are near— in the same room or closer still, say, sitting side by side—that I miss you most. When we’re truly apart, it’s okay, expected, to ...

Bluetooth

In union square park a man is standing against a fence   he has a bluetooth on his ear but you’re pretty sure he isn’t talking on the phone   yo...