[Horns everywhere]

a whole gigantic marching band, one that used to be louder than bulldozers, louder than  jets, louder than Aunt Catherine after three margaritas (no salt)

Jun 19, 2023
  •  
Poetry

Partition

I hoped you’d grow into a southern red oak speaking of your roots and the struggle for sun.

Jun 6, 2023
  •  
Poetry

Why Don’t Vampires Just Hold Blood Drives?

I want a little more bureaucracy
in my horror.

Apr 12, 2023
  •  
Poetry

Side Cars are for Bitches

Zach Braff is the perfect manic pixie dream boy
for any pet funeral, and yet, I suppose
he didn’t get the memo that he was meant


to come down from the Garden State and do the honors.

Feb 22, 2023
  •  
Poetry

Half Past 11:00

HALF PAST 11:00 sleeps in my bed and refuses to be

roused. I tuck the sheets in tight before I leave for work

Feb 15, 2023
  •  
Poetry

Red Filter

At the dark sky campsite I put a red filter over my flashlight.

Feb 1, 2023
  •  
Poetry

A Conversation with Frau Schiele

He only allows my entrance to unbutton my dress
and form those animal poses. To be near him
is to be reduced to line

Jan 11, 2023
  •  
Poetry

Outro, Prelude

Here,                         riding in a taxi on the Manhattan Bridge
late                            at night in a pit-pat drizzle,
everything                looks puffy from the back seat window

Jan 4, 2023
  •  
Poetry

Photo of a Turtle in Which No Turtle Is Visible

Just under the browned swamp surface: a reaching
neck (not pictured). The edge of a stick (pictured).

Dec 28, 2022
  •  
Poetry

Easy Tiger

The tiger makes it all so easy, the way it sweeps the woman’s house, packs a satsuma for her snack, accounts for the taxes.

Dec 21, 2022
  •  
Poetry

Just an Acquaintance

He was NBA-player height
converted to Judaism to marry

Dec 14, 2022
  •  
Poetry

Need Comes Down Like A Mallett

And the town crier cries la localende! This is one of the stories where a stranger

        comes to town. A stranger with a stranger tool.

Come down from the hill freckled with mustard gesare. You know the stuff, Mara

        how it explodes in middle spring.

Nov 14, 2022
  •  
Poetry

Epithanatophobia

Don’t ever say
I didn’t see it
coming.  

Sep 19, 2022
  •  
Poetry

epigenetics or: time draws a circle

which summer is this
             arithmetic is one thing, freckles another
                  power drags from the east in a late august storm

Jun 2, 2021
  •  
Poetry

Hallowing, or the Black Body Returns

reparations begin
   here,
within
    the body,   within
the striations of muscle
   to tendon, nerve to tissue

Nov 23, 2020
  •  
Poetry
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