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One Thing

1 I had a thing about sensation. It was small, dedicated, working its way in to me. I was reminded of a bee burrowing  into the smooth cone of a flower, how it wags its bottom in the air— funny. 2 I had a…

Checkpoint

I crossed a border, I crossed a line, I crossed a threshold, I crossed a divide, I forded the strait between nowhere and wish, I shifted my body’s weight in the direction…

The Beach

At night, the dead lovers of the living wade out of the sea and build small fires along the break. They shed their heavy coats, empty their pockets of debris. They know…

Snow Theory

I haven’t killed a thing since 2006 The darkness out there, wet as a newborn I dog-eared the book & immediately thought of masturbation How else do we return to ourselves but to…
A person spins, performing in a delirious haze as an ink blot figure records them, resulting in 30,000 social media likes.

Trilogy of Doubt

What form do you ask for pointing at me with your scorn- raised brow you clutch your coxcomb    velvet robe with your left hand ringed    married to God in cuffed surplice and say: so shall you burn What dunce cap bows…

Wunderlich

The name means “odd.”   The name means “queer.”  It can denote an “odd fish.”  It suggests a “queer chap.”  Sometimes it means “capricious.” It can also mean “peevish.”  It’s a synonym for “singular.” It…

Cathedral

Before the war we bury the windows Before we bury the windows we take them down The tallest of us altar boys  lifts a purple blade from a frozen robe & holds it with…

Forced March

after Dan Beachy-Quick The difference between marching and walking is the order to depart from the barracks, automatic rifles behind us.  Around their stocks and grips, their barrels and magazines are the hands of…

Hip Hop Cricket

This ’hood’s vast and I’m its chief sentinel, a natural  born horn.  I’m a clarion  nation, the itch  in heaven’s  evening clothes.  Where I’m from ain’t no “my bad”— I am bad: That’s truth. So pony  up, falsettoed  crotch-grabbers, you whistling wannabes,  and listen to  what’s…

I Am Become a Man

with fats around my organs lightly  hair grown on my shoulders  lightly death in all my actions as I build  a log-store shirtless in the autumn. I hate this gathering and deepening beneath my pale…

Interstate Highway System

In the beginning, I was  incorporate, plain as skull,  in cahoots though inchoate:  a suit suited to combust— my body a blunderbuss  brandished in traffic bright  as dogbite. I drifted like sand  under the wind’s hand, saw  supercells…

Human Lag

Mother told me I was born in a dark cabin surrounded by pines  so thick that all day it seemed like evening. Mother said that my bearded father could not…

Bad Airs

Always born too late. I know I am just the type of woman to be a consumptive beauty: more ghostly   than failure, scarlet lips of low-grade fever— tuberculosis strung…

Ourselves

      found from Virginia Woolf's Mrs. Dalloway   She caught green flowers for him would tell him stories under the fern tree, but he only frowned and said…