Re: Re: Personal Ad #5 (A Kiss Worth Three Lives)

My father was in the war and told me never to ask
if a soldier ever killed... more

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Be a 22 year old American boy—get really drunk and embarrass yourself in front of the beautiful, freckled,... more

I Was A White Girl In A Crowd Of White Girls In The Park

The NSA did nothing after I left a document open on my laptop. In it, I... more

I. / A yawning / Pitbull puppy / dipped in gold.

The boy has horrible teeth and a bicycle. They’re yellow, his teeth, and after school the children take a tree branch to his... more

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i'm gandhi on the beaches
of northern california
i take comfort
in the fact that
the government watches me
on public... more

Absorbed

I was returning to a Texas town I had no business in,
and when I took him back into my bed, snuck into
his office... more

burrow

you traced along the freckles on my back
with black ink,
like a crumpled constellation

i looked at the picture and... more

you can call me the Boom Doctor

I have your emptied-out torso on the operating table

Tops Like Arrows

Dan’s Trans Am smashed into the guardrail,
him doing 75, all hopped up
on Dexatrim and Coors Lite.
I remember... more

I’m wet and wearing white pants
I’m wet and wearing
White pants.
I’m wet and
Wearing white
Pants. I’m... more

I dreamt about walking around Ikea by myself and buying a lime green ice cube tray. I drive to the post office and pick out a large... more

Tritina: Die

Our lives, the lyrics of ‘Die! Die! Die!’
Less the scenes in Die Hard or Die! Die!
My Darling! or Juliet... more

Desireé Panda and the Lee Van Cleefs

A murder dinner for beckoning.  Let’s have a grave way with phonics.  Let’s tangle bright... more

After a couple of Martinis, // one may regard oneself pleasantly pixelated. / I cure nerves with a ten-hour Netflix binge, // then curve my vertebrae to you / while our phones update.

Washer and dryer as hapless duo, / each crashing and beating the other // to shit, idiot tandem: all this / while standing in place.

For weeks I thought only of this We are a body We will come undone A table of snow and a table of sorrow A tea that smells of a house burned down

I consider the narrow chain of cars pulled through city parks like kite-string.  In linguistics, mora is a single unit of syllabic weight.  I consider yelling at the yellow cab to add more syllabic weight to my overall point.

Where Everywhere Snow, There Grass

There was a patch of grass. There was snow
around the patch of grass. There was... more

Thing Being

               Écriture feminine

I was told on a train I was after

delicate—or something to do

with... more

In first grade

we had to make
a little booklet
about our dads.

You take a sheet
of paper, fold it
fold it... more

will become

the morning your boots are filled with so much gravity that it is impossible to walk up or fall down a hill, will... more

The gouges / in the floor will become your scars, even as you erase / the life you had together. The floor is your map.

Parricide

Finally they took over the city of my father,
filled it with mosquitoes and bush fog, threw him
in a river of... more

Sound for Fishes

Swim with a rock clutched between your teeth, apple-like. Have a friend do the same. Bang... more