KISS ME THRU THE PHONE

trembling     string between two cans
     across town     fry-gravel longing compressed      voice-tightrope
transposed, delivered to you     I don't know how it happens-

FOMO

It’s hard to look back
when your neck is pressed
against a wall of ignorance and bliss

I don’t know my history
‘cause I didn’t see it happen

I guess it was
during the bathroom

Transpacific Passage through my Hungers

I wake up famished
after dreaming of my Halmuni.
Her sturdy hands spooning galbijjim
into wooden bowls. At first light, I Godzilla
Google maps for every

So Mom didn’t come with us to the grocery
store, but she insisted when a box of Grape Nuts
or Popsicles tasted off it was because we hadn’t
selected the box behind the first, that hiding
in the

Be sure it's not wrapped...

"Ryan" and "LMGTFY"

...not enough steroids, / the wrong steroids... 

It takes falling in love, staying there...

...How to say / hello without breaking / stride...

o lion mane and petalled armore, / you sweet corona of twist & curl...

Fruitfly [64], [76], and [77]

I ask you to toss me something heavier than your name
to hold, less perishable than the peonies stolen
fresh as bruises.

How harrowing it must be to swallow the syrupy scraps of night,
then ask for more.

I love you best
like this: sun in your hair, a heavy daze
of pollen on your eyelids.

Under the ribs, between the lungs, where no periscope lives
to view the damage of long nights spent in cold underpasses...

I grab her hand,
thinking it’s my own and tell her I’d eat it too.

I contribute glasses of water to prevent dehydration, / towels to mop up leaks on the floor, and witticisms,

I have never touched a cow or even
another man.

Field Report From Concurrent Timelines

(Or: Basketball)

What I’m saying is:

There are countless alternate realities in which Kawhi Leonard’s game seven buzzer beater against the

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