CYCLE

i sit
drip blood
think i am
such a giver
(whether
i want to be
or not)
where’s your... more

I am in a storehouse of answers, am I not? I head for the reference desk even though there's no one behind the counter.

No one comes. I walk up to the bike. The seat’s taller than my bike.

Upward Mobility

First, we push the children into their games and giggles, to insulate them from... more

It was revolution by music. The world would never be the same.

I don’t smoke, I called out, but no one heard me, and I sounded uncertain. 

seeds

when nothing smells like you
i let dawn-colored fruit rot in the blue bowl
spray perfume... more

I just remember the room dense with familiar sound, the melancholy howl of the perfectly in-tune saxophones, the electric brilliance of trumpets, a drummer with eight arms; my mother looking over at me, expectantly, as if to say, “This is what you wanted, right? This is making you happy?”

What will be will be. She was a good swimmer, and at least he was getting some exercise. 

in the bella resource center

that lesser bond girl
her name was a play on genuflect

i can be... more

Manic yet aware, a foot-stomping Nashville show, a sight to behold. They hit the road. They barely made it. They broke up. Such is life.

Larger currency-pills plink in an “I Hate Mondays” coffee cup. No one knows who that cup belongs to.

I leave behind a lot of empty wine bottles.
You said eat anything in the fridge and I did
right down to the last gherkin.
Unrelated: your... more

...a person is like an ocean, or a country, or a forest...

I just knew it wasn’t a wolf howling at the moon. I just knew it wasn’t a cow, wasn’t a tree, wasn’t a sunset, wasn’t a child, wasn’t an elder, wasn’t any building I’ve ever built. 

Years later I think of the poetry of peeing. The rhythm and alliteration of Russian race horse, the quick dicks and fricatives, the two tree tonals, the rhyme of drain the main vein.

The grass here is incessant.

A deep hole.

It wasn’t my fault we started talking.

Ess saw it first at 2:03 AM.

Do you remember this one?

One of us photographs...

Hard to fathom that Ludwig was four.

After I threw up in the Mexican restaurant’s normal-sized toilet and picked my stepdaughter up from school, I decided to try my migraine cure that always never works again.

the fact that i love cats...

I believe with perfect faith in the perfect expectation that no matter where I am my iPhone will have access to the internet via Wi-Fi or at least 3G.