We No Longer Kill Our Visitors
The millipede scurrying across the basement floorsearching for a dark corner in which to rest.
The spider dangling from the...
Bakekujira
All we could see of Bakekujira was the skeletonhe floated in, when that ghost whale breached
the brine. Cosmic blue eels writhed inside him;royal crested...
SURGERY: 1977
Flickering between memory and nightmare,I was gurneyed from my hospital room,my body weighed down with a heavy blanketsince it was still winter in...
loose harvest
In another life, I was edible
flowers. I wore a fitted baby tee
that said tubular. It came to define
me. Fingerling sounds dirty—name of a...
Eulogyafter a song by Tool
If I can’t cry for you, how can I cryfor myself? Someday, they’ll find you,lightning burned tongue, wings long pawned,liver...
Preserves
I have an urge to preservetoday, boil the remaining fruitsto their sticky sugars, remove
the pits and seeds, smash fleshadd pectin and lemon juice, pourand...
Sabbath I
Every moment,
in the waning sun
is christened with the possibility
of rest, with the knowledge
that another is worthy
of the green’s blessing,
with the delight of light...
There is in the Water
What happened here the history I mean thismean thing there right there the bridgewhere they were lynched and who elsewas there and this is always here Ito make them mean something and howcan inanimate objects say...
occupier artclasswindow is crackedopen to let fresh air in. outsidesunny schoolyard under
lovely cloudless sky,the kind of blue beggingto be licked and torn asunderby hungry...
