Steven Hall lounges on the stoop...

that big news billionaire / wants to ride his dick-shaped spaceship...

"Casual Tease" and "Aria"

Life is viciously short.

i wanna drift like they do...

Do you hear it there?

a new villanelle

i always loved to keep a summerboy around...

"Hot Girl Manifesto" and "Blockbuster"

because we know this world
pickles our losses
and makes them just sweet enough
to eat again.

Would you terrorize sailors
and pirates, shake their great
fat jewels to the seafloor?

"Second Generation" and "Hidden"

The Sad’s weighing a bit heavily on the human’s back these days.

It took so long
   to realize we never learned to speak of joy, instead send
clips to make each other smile.

The boy
is just a boy until he is a street name.

If we debate giving up,

then lose our voices

like a screw dropped in grass.

Steady State Phenomenon in Muharraq Before

This is the invention of a spectacle. The verge of fungible wealth, dirigibles
of electricity. A thunder of dust and rickshaw sermons in Muharraq

Playin’_The_Keys

i love to dance, sing, write, chill, read
and play the keys, but sometimes, life
doesn’t allow me to hang out
and do my thing, which means
i have to divide my time into many

The Census Taker Asks Me to Tell Her About Myself

Well Terri, I’m afraid
of catfish—not their tunneling mouths,
but the paradoxical combination
of predator and prey in cat/fish—

I’m afraid of

Useful tips for a woman

1.
When the drawstring comes off from the petticoat, you need to look at it as an opportunity to learn patience.

Pin a safety pin to the end of the drawstring and push

A myth around junipers

a stranger reinvents the world / the mother of vinegar growing under
grandmother’s sink / passed down / made again in a different flavor /
passing between the junipers /

Snake Day

God is strange. He killed my father,
     and He is everywhere, all of the time.

He is spread across the twinkling shingles and the clean, white siding
     of this windowless

I’m a mineralogist now,

I tell Jake, as I show him my crystals
all neatly displayed in boxes. It makes

me feel like a scientist. But I use
the crystals to cure the bad things in my

life, to

I’m Writing from the Other Side of the Universe to Ask You How the Weather Is

This is a soft rain, my father says, his forehead a creased encyclopedia page. It is mao mao yu in Chinese, syllables

Song for 2 Phones

     What is that?
The line outside
the Maria Bamford standup
we went to last year.
          Send it to me.
     What is that?
A sugar maple on the hill
shedding Gatorade