Poetry
These Are All the Same Thing and Happening at the Same Time
I've been abroad of my body,
crackled in spaces I thought not my own,
to understand electrons, airborne, us borne;
Last night, you were making gnocchi. They glistened
like plump pallid lips, thick and chewy, but as I stared
I saw vulvas, wet and waiting, simmering and slick.
Liquid Protest After Emma Sulkowicz
The Red Carpet
Guttural As A Jammed Cassette
Jousting With The Grim Reaper
I've been abroad of my body,
crackled in spaces I thought not my own,
to understand electrons, airborne, us borne;
HIS PAINS UNKNOWN
Palazzo Dei Congressi
All-Inclusive
Sunset in Arkansas
New Jewelry
A Party Of The People I Love
Outings (with homage to Lisa Robertson)
no-name parkette
stepping
Stoma
Some Varieties of Monsters