I spend the afternoon planting zinnias in my navel. 

Sunday morning meant the smell of pot roast filtering through wooden floor boards.

Caitlyn, let me take that hair / in my own hands and curl it down your back.

"The damage isn't that bad, not yet." 

The Dinosaur of Wyoming

I was never born a hermaphrodite. But I tell this story where I am born a... more

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Motherhood slept astonished as astronomers wept so-so-ago with this sort of blow. This sort of ovary, yo, the... more

"My record does not contain the helicopter dream I’ve been having for ten years/where I’m an actor paid by the government to fake a zombie epidemic."

But I think of you this way anyway, your bright corona blinding my eyes. 

"Nobody bothered them. They ate, they had fun. They danced a little. We have a jukebox in... more

When you leave the comment that I am "such a good mom"
under a picture I have posted of my child online,
it freaks me... more

I know you toss out untouched leftovers, and miss them.

Places that will not want
You, strike hooves below the earth.
Fur-breathed, and winter friendly—

Cider and hot baths,
Like... more

1.         board the T heading downtown to get to the swan pond / check your... more

I am remembering it wrong but do not care.

Kentucky Swami

(For Tim Skeen)

                         "Poetry / makes nothing happen" –Auden

                       ... more

When we consume ourselves, of course / we think no one cares enough to watch.

Forgetfulness

The presenter pronounces "vista" as VEE-sta.
And that's all I really remember.

Logic Models

This is... more

Baseball Players I Remember (I Watched Baseball 1-4 Years as a Child. I Collected Cards. My Favorite Team Was The... more

I trace the windup with my elbow, my arm like a wing
unfurling, red lace licking off my feathertips.

I’m not one of those guys who watches the ball launch
off the bat into the right field seats.

By the seventh stretch
We gave up.

Punching our gloves as the sun raced toward dinner, 
we sorted into teams and agreed on the rules
in a minute or less.

I miss the moment his bat cracks the ball.

We’re speaking of salvation, god damn it,
And only the incurious break slumps.