Morning, Winter

In quivering snow pools
the cold sky blinks
up at me
while I wander
down the boulevard
in my tired red raincoat,
waiting
for tomorrow’s clovers
to prick the silent

in davis at the ceramics conference

on the Easter Bunny’s lap
a polaroid of my heavy bangs

smiles and my mother swears
I loved that bunny so much

I wouldn’t leave the store
to visit

Wisconsin

Can we please
go back to
your uncle’s house
in Wisconsin
that was used in
the movie
Amityville Horror
the house is
definitely haunted
but beautiful
even with the
piles of dead

I have decided to hate you for 100 days
As soon as I figure out the first day

You make me cry

when you talk about her, and only now do I realize
that you never knew your mother at all,
there simply was no space for her in your crowded pocket
carrying poverty like a

To Buy

Saccharine body baby,
snot on the inside of my t-shirt like
I’m made of it, I would show up
to their house wrung out by sadness
the earth speeding up through my feet
up through the

analgesic for apostates

nosediving from the ketamine and
distracting myself from the open
wound on my back, crimson-soaked

mesh shorts and criminally cotton
mouth, the nurse flashes flawless

Sonnet

     Водопровод – человеческая мысль, связь вещей, победившая хаос, священная организация, централизация. Л. Гинзбург

Everybody finds it easy to wake up in the
morning
I seem to want to

a new matchbook

Steven Hall lounges on the stoop...

that big news billionaire / wants to ride his dick-shaped spaceship...

"Casual Tease" and "Aria"

Life is viciously short.

i wanna drift like they do...

Do you hear it there?

a new villanelle

i always loved to keep a summerboy around...

"Hot Girl Manifesto" and "Blockbuster"

because we know this world
pickles our losses
and makes them just sweet enough
to eat again.

Would you terrorize sailors
and pirates, shake their great
fat jewels to the seafloor?

"Second Generation" and "Hidden"

The Sad’s weighing a bit heavily on the human’s back these days.

It took so long
   to realize we never learned to speak of joy, instead send
clips to make each other smile.

The boy
is just a boy until he is a street name.

If we debate giving up,

then lose our voices

like a screw dropped in grass.