307.9:
COMMUNICATION DISORDER

what hath God wrought stop
Houston
           we hold these truths to be... more

Discourse is a pretty forceful process, perhaps the most forceful of the superstructural processes available.
Everybody wants... more

[Idea for a picture]

A painter is painting a portrait with an observer beside him. Inside the portrait is a naked woman trying to... more

It’s time to stop relying on sunsets to help move us away from tonight and into tomorrow.

A request to the new tenant

Walls bare but for paint & hooks, floors bare but for stains & nails,
we leave... more

Portrait of Toothless Girl and Dead Hare
After Claudia Cortese and Andrew Wyeth’s “Christina’s World”

Dear Christina,

Ma shot... more

My Mother Reads From Her Dream Journal

I.

We—you, me, and your sisters—are in a room the size of a broom closet and you say to... more

GIRL POWER

i’ve slept with someone who had a girlfriend
somewhere else i’ve slept with someone who
told me they loved their... more

February break

Turkish Regis Philbin traveled
to Turkey to visit his
95-year-old mother who is close to death.
So I took... more

Boyish Pursuits

The ocean is a junkyard of sheet metal
with headlight eyes and grillwork teeth,
wave after rusted wave dragging... more

We tell each other the names / of our dead. The cities we live in // are gnawing then burying / the cadavers of opulent dreams.

At my father's funeral
I thought I was in heaven because that's where I was told he was.

Liking the world is not easy, though sometimes it is / a large wave that carries you.

geode geode

Before, the possums’ noise had been an angry hissing, but now their voices were becoming sweet, even musical, the world of them trilling and humming into their endless, private night.

In the end, there are five bear cubs underneath your porch. You name them after U.S. Presidents. Taft dies of starvation.

I wake up in a wheelchair. I wake up on display. 

The world will end on a warm night. Muggy, buzzing dark in Chicago.

It is April 2^nd, 2014. I tell me I told us. I’m happier. The fourth sentence is treating it like home. Our cats are brothers with dichromatic eyes. 

I remember Marc said, you’re wet just because of the humidity.

Joni says, “Time moves so fast these days.”

                  Joni is somewhere between three and four times my age and I am twenty-two.

Located at Oak Park Rd. and Forest Preserve Rd. in Chicago,
you must park about a mile away and make the trip to the en-
trance on foot. 

hell you know it’s only a question of dainty morsels
you can eat dog food probably and survive

It is something like a nuisance that you exist. But I have headphones to help ignore

It hasn’t been this way since her lips met a bee
in a beer can the summer before seventh grade. This made her
feel like Jesus.