White Sands
Peter Shippy
After the credits, I vacuum. I vacuum for hours and hours.
After the credits, I vacuum. I vacuum for hours and hours.
Transcendental with Reincarnation
I was a bank/ cashier who stole /a five-dollar bill/ I was Laika/ a stray selected/ no more than bark/ part-husky/ part-terrier/ canine space orbiter/
I can't in good conscience watch a sixteenth season of Big Brother.
What if you spent a morning pulling scallions from the soil and washing beets in a metal sink?
I'm going to abandon everything / after this poem
Had a dream he was chained to a mountain while a buzzard ate his liver.
What dispossessed me sat erect beside the checked quilt in fishnets.
& no I'm still not thirsty / although i find myself / thinking too frequently / about jagerbombs
I got my dad’s big nose and people make fun of me for it.
[victory lobe]
tiny towns or a dog could keep me pleased
for six months, then I’d wear felt triangles
look like December, have needles on me
molt on the plane to the
Because anytime is the right time for a haiku.
Understand, neurotic perfectionists are mostly calculated
thinking about how all of it started
thinking about how the poems ends
four small test tubes.
But life was good for clowns back then
Tiny Evolutions
okay so let’s talk
about the exes we mythologize
for the wrong reasons like leave
a toothbrush at my bathroom sink
and call it love and baby
I’ll promise ring your
Class Aves
Anyone that ever heard the call
of the Rodrigues Solitaire
is long dead, but its name is trapped in stars:
turdus solitarius—
named by a sensitive astronomer.
Does this
Love is like a museum. You have to look around, experience things, and then leave.
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"Is this the actual diary you wrote at the time? The diary reads a lot like a novel, with its motifs of the murderess, the acupuncturist, etc." -Garielle Lutz, author of Worsted and The Complete Gary Lutz