What If I Cautioned You
Can I tell you about my family’s farm?
We stood together under a HUGE tent,
a bit longer than usual.
Six Steps to Becoming a Fossil
Hidden under pink sheets, a silver blade
pools into my hand, and I watch you
pour grain into a sieve slowly, your braid
falls, and I have never thought something so true
The End of Childhood Is Not Maturity
“Here; just stick the end of this hose in yer muzzle—guzzle
the cold ones we’ll pour down the funnel … GUZZLE! GUZZLE!”
Our clunkers squat in St. Greg’s parking lot; there is Chuck’s
pride, his sixty-six gold Impala—a bad gas guzzler. “GUZZ–LE!”
Lana Del Rey Intervenes When She Notices I’ve Stopped Writing About My Ex
Don’t get me wrong, you can love.
You can bend over
a pinball machine for a biker,
or a balcony for a photographer.
You can bend over a bridge
for a poet
Being Trans
the lady asked me what it meant
and for some reason i told her we were refugees from Transnitria
a small republic surrounded by very large and powerful states
a republic so small that it can only be spotted on a map with a magnifying glass
The Hour of Our Belief
I want to know who cried for the toy I found out back this afternoon. Was it the same child