Frames get dusty;
books are musty;
when a player turns
the pages of a score
there’s this crusty sound. [Read more...]

What else? I’ve forgotten my Klingon.
I open my mouth. Light pours through the dark
jigsaw of organs: the wrists of small birds totter upright. [Read more...]

What did I put
In my suitcase starting out?
Old scars and clever tricks,
Social misery and emotional demons,
Vices and fairy tales [Read more...]

I am the worm in my woman’s head.
the worm in man’s writing.
the wormword or woman-man. [Read more...]

Instead of a tower above the town
be a Smoke Bush.
Be the tree that absorbs all. [Read more...]

A street of lost footfalls
- the street that I walk up
every day.
Each step #measured by a second
in someone’s life.
A darkening. [Read more...]

at the end of the day I was tired and wanted to not think
anymore and to not stare at anything anymore, just
maybe close my eyes and make out with someone but
there was no one to make out with, is this tragic or what; [Read more...]

When I am called to stand
and give account of things,
heart, do not tell the whole story. [Read more...]

Halfway through I was hungry and didn’t
notice when, in the last few lines the mood
shifted, and he mentioned love.
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This skewed altitude
is a measure of hazards,
of hasty leaps
and bad timing. [Read more...]