i was thinking about what’s in my blood and it’s mostly genetic stuff but also a wasteland if you’ve read T.S. Eliot so if you’re curious here’s not all just some of the shit in my blood:    55% plasma, mostly water carrying salt & proteins, tranquil medium that shapes time and space, the osmotic…

In my dream I was making you pasta & nothing bad had happened to us yet you smiled and told me you would take these multivitamins & forget me.   In my dream I booked a flight to wherever you were & my visa expired as I stepped out the door so I unplugged the…

We haven’t learned the right tense: the cliché of red leaves falling, your choice  of hazelnut cold  foam atop my cold brew, that dead squirrel we mourned for because despite the newborn tents we couldn’t have brought her back. Why would  she want to? Live for a while  then die, like crunchy leaves, like us,…

We need to arrête    all of this liquid: bridges lawns psets towels gmail  caffeine with the face of   a dog  barking in  the north  courtyard alongside    teeth digging  into flesh like   that subtle ascent of  adjectives you called psafe on  because everyday is comme ci comme ça   let us turn…

After zooming out this afternoon    that held focused possibilities like a hand reaching into the backlit arteries of a bokeh   I filtered my reflections through your shutter and tore off Fuji film rolls from your skin   still considering supposed leaps of faith, oh that stupid obsession of yours, the way Wong Kar-wai …