introducing the body size thirty-four B tits, forty-four round hips slim twenty-nine-inch waist thick thighs I used to once hate a gap so spaced that words fly out of it a forehead so big you could play chess on it … Read More
I took a bus home to your nightly reenactments, the ones performed before you ever hid your lighters or begged for air. My blood’ll sort it out, you promised, ignoring London and your heredity, all those veils of ash and … Read More
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 … Read More
This poem not about flowers just goes to show how far we’ve come since the days when people could practically not think without a daffodil, when in poetry a rose was not yet just a rose but always stood for … Read More
In August, you were real and unreal. Lying on the floor in sticky heat, I wrote lines to you in my head, Crossed them out. As summer slipped I sensed the shape of you in fever dreams. I told … Read More
She sits a widowed star beyond the rest, And whispers of the final kiss. Entrances souls who chance to look With promise of eternal bliss. She glared in through the eyes, and saw We lack it in our minds, … Read More
I am to have this gold when you die. To buy ink for poems crumpled on the carpet purchased with your cancer. You’ll make nothing as a writer. But my materials are cheap. Each verse I write about you merely … Read More
