Black Boys as Fireflies
We watch the blue
Lights in the trees
An August night with
the air trapped
between God’s palms
Poetry Prize
Follow Me
to the teenage black employee who followed me, a black man, in a grocery store
This Is How I Make My Money
Every time a possible employer called me
in response to a resume I had submitted, they
would awkwardly ask, “and when are you available
for an interview?”
After My Teenager Tries to Kill Herself, I Dream Everyone Is Turning into Zombies …
A ridiculous dream, really.
In the mall, hysteric masses rushing the exit and there I am,
stepping over half-eaten bodies, jumping Taco Bell’s counter,
rummaging for chips and salsa.
Awards, Poems, Poetry Prize
Hitch-Hiking
for my sister I let you do the talking, knew it was your blonde hair blanched white with saltwater They
Awards, Poems, Poetry Prize
Buoy
And so you came to realize that a married man is like a drowning victim, when you find him drenched,