Poetry

The pain arrives, acute & intermittent. The pain is like nothing I have ever felt before. (Me, adrift, without analogy.) The pain, which the internet describes as epigastric, is something I have certainly tried to ignore. And while the pain …

Yep, I’m gay. Understated, like the star who said it, but still radical to me at seventeen, standing in line at Safeway with my mother. And wasn’t that just like me to be standing in line at a place called …

I held your hand with a fascist grip,still jealous to remind you how realI am. Our fingers lace, thumbs wag,as if we hold a spider between us,its eight legs curled mercilesslyin drafty death: your fingertips hotenough to bore through both …

When the neighborhood was still house, house, field,when I was small and prone to lying, I sawin the early morning, a red-brown fox perfectlystill in the yard. The dog was asleep somewhere.The fence should have kept him out. He tickedhis …

and sea turtle throats,  there’s a credit card  worth of plastic gestating in my stomach  like a fetus  and I’m licking my lips,  hungry with thoughts to ensure it goes platinum.  I’m the next sexy synthetic  stage in evolution. Goodbye  overrated organicity, …

Redactions and Annotations: Daedalus and Icarus after Stephanie McCarter’s translation of The Metamorphoses The sky / is / not / mind / inclined / to / dangers / or softening / two wings / in / a / high nest …

our figure here whose face is rotting offaghasts :: like us the balconed peasants glareinto the scene performing their disgust ::egads :: gadzooks :: purpureus her skinin rags she plods her staff and shakes a bellto warn another village hissing …

You, pairing socks from a basket of white socks; who would think to touch you? Still, though less than now, a brilliance shadows your wishes, becomes your eye from vacant windows, vies perhaps for spots of your grizzled time, slips …