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Tag: Poems

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 man sits at his drawing table, looking nervously at his creation, as an ink blot dog barks in the background.

Holed Up

Finally, the mint is up. My small ambit of yard. Monitoring its progress.  The azalea has a few tightly furled pinks like napkins twisted in a lap  anxiously below the dinner table.   As a…
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…
A man in a suit and tophat (think Mr. Monopoly)walks gleefully through a changing neighborhood. Building in the distance are under construction, and someone lies on the sidewalk across the street.

Casting Call

Hospital patient  to die on-screen.  Must be able to stay dead for money. Must stay dead  for several takes. Must not flinch when the protagonist’s tears make a lake  of…
In a basketball court, a girl shoots hoops, and misses.

The Innocent

For weeks we watched for hatchlings to come  of three smug eggs tucked into a nest,  the nest tucked into the crook  of a neighbor’s honeysuckle. Time nodded,  was nodding—the…

Sestina Gratitude

Thank you in gold particle. Thank you in wave. Thank you any zygote worth its salt. Bend down to be capacitated. Bend down to take your crown. Thank you parting membrane. Thank…

Named Storm

Each phase of my childhood was marked by  the death of another child, but my parents didn’t worry much, and I spent summer afternoons  nowhere to be found.  It was the most useful thing I’d…