This has to stop— / you're a year dead. I shatter the mirror // with a glare, pace the hall carpet, / but others arrive by dawn, agitated // by thuribles, syllables scattered from / pulpits, daughters buttoned into pastel.

 fuck me here on this scabrous mountain while we all watch each other among sacred olives fuck away desire.

Watching the blood drain was the moment she knew/ that she didn’t have it figured out."

Tanja and I were competing to see who had moved the most as a child.
“I know of at least fourteen places we lived before I was eighteen,” I said.
Tanja started naming places she had lived. She kept naming her grandma’s house over and over, between every place.

If I too am a void into which/She finds the solace of vanishing.

yesterday I bragged
about having a friend

It's like how falling in love never leaves a good taste in your mouth. 

I can only remember smoking weed with Steve once.
It was either right before or right after I married my daughter’s father.

My sense of regret is the dog
you remember with immense fondness
but that you no longer know.

This is a 16-bit top-down adventure game, which, like many adventure games, is focused on a "hero." 

“God, dating Drake would be like dating a submissive,” my daughter said.

Construction drills
grind, teeth against the pavement.

Dear 52-Hertz Whale: Because you sing at a frequency no other whales can hear, scientists have nicknamed you "The World's Loneliest Whale." I'm sure it's unbearable out there, swimming through eternity, calling out...

You always complained of migraines. Now, I’m trying to decided if I’m sorry for not having sympathy for you.

Nicki Minaj just said, “all my independent women make some noise.”
I didn’t know if she meant me.

Caitlyn, let me take that hair / in my own hands and curl it down your back.

"The damage isn't that bad, not yet." 

The Dinosaur of Wyoming

I was never born a hermaphrodite. But I tell this story where I am born a hermaphrodite. And anyone listening after I get to the part when the gynecologist asks if

"My record does not contain the helicopter dream I’ve been having for ten years/where I’m an actor paid by the government to fake a zombie epidemic."

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Motherhood slept astonished as astronomers wept so-so-ago with this sort of blow. This sort of ovary, yo, the story being if thrown into something sombrous, spokes-of-light, it

But I think of you this way anyway, your bright corona blinding my eyes. 

When you leave the comment that I am "such a good mom"
under a picture I have posted of my child online,
it freaks me out.
You haven't seen me in over twenty years,
and have never met

I know you toss out untouched leftovers, and miss them.

Places that will not want
You, strike hooves below the earth.
Fur-breathed, and winter friendly—

Cider and hot baths,
Like consolation, cool
Off fast. Why, Kafka,

Have I had

1.         board the T heading downtown to get to the swan pond / check your phone absently / remember
            how so many people needed your attention last month that it made you want to