/\˄/\ twin peaks: fire walk with me /\˄/\ has got me /\˄/\ downright foreplay fantasizing /\˄/\ ready to wed /\˄/\ the first girl who exclaims /\˄/\ upon our in...
The eighth-grader who secretly reads feminist novels with explicit sex scenes and whose heart has been broken by the boy in classroom 8-B plucks leaves from the...
A large shadow that may or may not be a demon
looms in a room designed to look like my living
room. But it’s a little too clean here,
the tv’s not on & t...
at the middle school dance because skin-to-skin was
akin to touching god and everybody was still too bashful
to slow dance with their crush, and probably th...
which explains chaos, laser-toy stars
splashed through their paws, marbles of planets
batted down black holes, the American Dream
enchanting as empty boxes
...
we meet at a winery and i ask if she’ll take a picture with me that would make another girl jealous. she licks my cheek and bites my ear and buys out a restaur...
Something gets into all the wild creatures this time of year.
A worm gets in the brain, or maybe the heart, then they come
to the highway to die, hit by a tru...
She graces a magazine cover in the Publix checkout line & I catch Elvis’s sneer from a rag in a rack next to Marilyn 47 years after he died & this aisle...
Force-feed them cake, wake the guillotine
from its slumber of centuries, lobotomize
your landlord then remove the brain—excerebration,
exhale hegemony, tonig...
because I didn’t want to believe
in astrology, but after boyfriend two
had the same birthday as boyfriend one
I interpreted it not as a red flag
but as a si...
In the first month, you learn to get by on bananas, yogurt and nuts. You don’t go outside so you don’t reek as much as you would have. You play search and find ...
In London,
birds drown among the sinking catacombs
then listen to gabba when the cinemas shut down
leaving Polaroids lost on the tube.
In New York,
tramp...
I
You’re alone & driving down
an unplowed highway near Hartford.
Cars plod by on either side.
Up ahead you spot one skidding
toward you at cartoon high...
A Visual Poem in the Shape of a Biblically Accurate Angel Wrapped Around the Mast of the Empire State Building
1
Variation on a Theme by Some Hackette Who C...
Call it insurmountable, this task
of reviving tomorrow. How could
we: now the sun rises in the west,
now it rains bile, now the moon forgot
its silver. ...
I got an email that the world is prob ending—
I wonder what you think about that?
everyone I’ve ever really loved
still yields empty search results in Google...
A comfortable couch welcomes me,
the kind that you sink into, plush.
She asks me how I’ve been feeling
lately. Fine, I guess. Not bad. Numb,
if nothing else...
After the boys were in bed,
I’d haul across the bright, brined roads
of January to the heated pool
and delve into chlorinated luminescence.
After crunching ...
I started reading Henry Miller
because Ed Kowalcyzk told me to;
Pen and ink jeans
Threadbare discontent
I wore my nihilism
On my sleeve: clear, concise
...
I comply. Think about the Discovery Shop,
where I scratch through metal hangers
holding the skins of some other woman's
life. What buds and stems grew throug...