what a creature I would make of myself if I were able
to be known to be close to anything to be grounded

as always, my resolution

is to get a Guns N’ Roses tattoo

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i wish i
                    can fly
                    was in dixie
                    could quit
                    was on vacation
 ... more

I told you to stay right there and not move

Ten Thousand Lackluster Lakes

people always say, “i hear it rains a lot
over there,” as if nothing... more

LONG DISTANCE CUNNILINGUS 

hi near stranger 
I want to impale 
myself on you

you little... more

I know god is real because persimmons exist.

He paints using the ashes of the towers in his watercolors.

i mean, i was black before too.

The air before me
is the flavor of
an oat cake popsicle.
Or a shoe box. 
Or the water sports
I’m not doing. 
So I sign... more

Fifty cents for tickets in the bleachers—then. Fifty cents a railroad car to Pittsburgh.
A “marvel” they’d called it.... more

It was a slow curve—a big bender,
spinning against the trajectory
of the ball. It hung

Letterman wore khakis and the camera angled up his crotch. I watched every night or set my VCR to record on the rare occasion I left my apartment.

I ended up in right field, ponytail eschew, cap falling to the bridge of my nose, shadowing my freckled cheeks.

I don’t think it made a sound.

The Beaches Are Made of Fish Bone Here

and Candlewood Lake used to be a town, dragged away by Barnum... more

Feels impossible
like trying to slice
a tomato with the
Wrong Knife
like trying to heal
with the Wrong Love

-

I am the... more

Catch fire overtaking

I GOT NOTHING      I HAVE / NOTHING     I HAVE

CHLAMYDIA I GOT... more

Ritual for a Lover

Monitor your calorie intake,
shear off your spare tire,
huff over the... more

so of course let it greet you fully in the face of your body
and tackle that which sent it into the dust
and rejoice that a body can chill and still chill back.

I fear being buried alive, but I insist on being buried when I'm dead.

Self-guided tour: Exhibit #9 from the National Museum of Broken Marriages

A medium says to channel the late wife through... more

Whatever: molecules transform / and become part of my arms, my legs—that’s cool.

Glass of Water—

Selves rasp against each other. Mother's little bucket of wisdom tipped over; teacher's sweet girl has... more

They

whoever they are they warn freak snowstorms
in spring & weak apple harvests & everyone mutters
certain doom in... more