seeds
when nothing smells like you
i let dawn-colored fruit rot in the blue bowl
spray perfume... more
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
July yawns. Flashes its grills...
When your father and I found out you were a boy I remembered the time in my early twenties a co-worker at my first restaurant job... more
I kept my thoughts about Bitchface Becky to myself
but then Beyoncé did something magical
Very Crowded Bar but Ain’t No1 Make Their Way to the ICC yet?
Fell sorrow’s small intestine ;... more
Bible | Vers
Top to Bottom | scan my profile | For Christ’s Sake | Sing Jesus’ Name | I gospel... more
There’s a song in my figurative head
that I can’t shake loose.
When I was a body,
I did so many things with my... more
All that whimpers isn’t want.
One spring, I pulled
a reed from an oboe.
I planted it by a pond.
Instantly, it... more
Morning gets angry and destroys a city
not New York, too obvious, but suppose
it’s on the coast. Suppose we’re the first to... more
in response to a student evaluation for a science fiction class, Fall 2018
Student, it’s true—I prefer... more
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