Late June on the North Side of Town

We are in a paleteria eating lime & chamoy ice cream—
or is it sorbet? On our walk over here we talked
about ginkgo leaves & how they offer the

CHESTERTON’S FENCE

The poem is a small gate
on a country road
the rare motorist must stop
to unlatch
before going on. Even
the road is forgotten
more of a “long”-cut:

Nowhere to nowhere

the only person who texts me is my mom

mostly about how her back hurts
i send her a
proverb that says: you are as old as your spine
she replies: then i must be dead
my mom is always

Gratitude for what’s new now

When we,
best friends,
held each other's faces in our hands
like crystals
as he discovered something about himself.

When the eddy rushed,
the water
flowing in

Maybe the green / just shows up...

Please cc my soul / on every email...

There are two of you (you being singular...

"Foul Machine" and "Randy Got an Idea"

which is not a signal / but a storm warning...

An immigrant from the Russian Empire invented jeans...

I knew you'd come undone...

"By the Seashore" and "The Return"

"en-misting" and "earth is the only planet in our solar system not named after a god"

"On Trepidation" and "When I'm Lonely, I Shop Online for Things I Don't Need"

"32 questions for a photograph" and "Blue Door"

My Harry Styles poem has gotten very good at glass of Lambrusco
on the arm of the sofa not crashing & purpling the floor,
used to play the saxophone
and doesn’t love sexophone jokes
but also

Jeff O told us that he and Brian H split after watching Chasing Amy...

If my father decided to do it...

"Start This One in Bernie Sanders Voice" and "Probably I'm on Fire"

the dictionary says living being...

a man stands on stage his cue cards flashing...

As planned, all this lying worked wonders for his confidence.

On Day One, Larry-the-Lizard quits smoking
and eating saturated crap.
Day Two: he buys a hard pack of Dunhill King Size
on his way to Fatty Patty’s Burger Palace. Why?
Because the purplish

“But beauty wasn’t enough.”
 – Gretchen Marquette
 

Nurturing as a kestrel checking your sheets for mice        I am a woman  designed.   Because  I   was   designed
       it follows that I was

young girls walk alone 
at night and 

                               laugh from their bellies, sing 
                               in jungle gym voices 
                               to cradled stars