The painting visible and laughter: no day for any teeth undone, I drenched the mouse in beer. Like a wall sounded company and all winter was like Providence, opening: the rules were changing and I was the new garb. Do not mistake me, I‘m moving again and the decibels owe you nothing. Whomever it is […]

If all I have to give you is this, then you aren’t what I wanted. My wall a rubber band, I’m shattered. The paper-mâché meteor spills a river that used to think of us; nothing is scarier than animals in moonlight, mirror in the bathroom, what do you want from me. We’re not sleeping, not […]

Intersection of France and a blue car, the slow state carries no one. New houses they are white, they are blue, running feet, the proverb announces: something regarding houses and women. The colors prove November.   *   Bow, big hair, big coat, blue and red to prove each other, gray and red just the […]

And here is where it says one summer was hard. Something concerning bruised lilac, drowned hickory. Then something about a concert, it was small, there were trumpets and animals in the field, man’s face like a carriage, certain. Supposing dress, it describes better ways to get naked, wet shoes and stockings worth solving. Brave, green […]

Whether a night-owl screaming out in regular intervals or a train at either 3 a.m. or 1 a.m. or some other time scolding the night’s dark quiet I lift my head and ear to the window’s screen and feel tight cold air strain in, too, for a glimpse

Emily is gaunt with red amphetamine death methadone and xanax blue her dress unzipped back showing in the mirror   she organizes the closet with her eyes I look over my book at her Christ- mas lights straddle the walls

…there’d be none of it. Nor would the army’s airborne leap. Nor could the sensuous love-lorn, half-starved for what they lacked, hot-headed or cherubic, lapse into complacency — it’s true. Six hundred words, or maybe more, first unfurled their syllables to readers (jubilant, ungenerous, or dismissive) of Milton’s adamantine verse. And no such reader’s jubilance, […]

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