The reach of the tentacleis far, is an extension of a bodythat defies explanation, confoundsthe sciences, stretches across the seas. The touch of the tentacleis a gift, little plates suckingthe skin, forming rings of connection,bonding beast to bestial. I inked …
It is of utmost importancethat I come to see you. You are certainlyowed a visit, owed my eyes attentive to yours.We two are trembling trees,holistic practitioners of how girlsand creatures should hold their hands.There are stripes in your skin,fractiling on …
It was dark inside her, and cold.Just when I began to dry, anotherGulped wave would soak my feetAnd start the chill again. But I was never hungry for fishAnd her spout pulled the freshAir into the cabin of my keeping.The …
When I divorced I lost a lot of stuffBut not the kids When the sun dipped below the oceanThe light flashed green When the porch light blew out to ashyFilament the stars burst open When the AC eventually died the …
Clear water rises,retreats over darkstone. The lightsof the city beatfaint patternsin the gleamof a silverbracelet. A teenagegirl is lostamong the bars. Wherever I havebeen, I have beenwithout words,rememberingthese leaves turningover as theydescend, exhaleof days through whichwe fall likewater into a …
In my new apartment I keep my lights on yet a little of the past sneaks in tonight it is Lisa in particular her hips in particular …
conceal yourself behind large objects.prepare to improvise weapons. wear safe, strong shoes. you must be trained andfamiliar with the location of fire equipment. do not climb on the office furniture. keepyourself in good repair. no loose hair or employee clothing. …
a permanent address for whenI am impermanent. my once-house. I make house where I am no longer,unfill the duffel on a twin bed, take stock of their belongings now: Woolite,gallon Ziploc bags, orthotics, Tupperware and pebbled leather, scrunchies, briefcase,cupboard, gravy …
A poet I loved and was betrayed byloved me again and my ex-wifetook me to a hotel to fuck my brains out,something we never did, but just as her bodytouched mine a crowd of people appeared,an acquaintance, a colleague,my current …
What this cancer kneaded into meat night, cracking a brittle fastness,the sort to set loafers to pavementas if I swayed in sync against dirt’sundertow. Tonight, I stayed cold bythe windowsill, checkered towardsanother sleep like an artifact forall to view on …
Sore with whiskey, she parted lipson her widow’s talk, tending tothe twitch of fingers where tendonscoiled and hard. Here, a sip,and another, she found succor inthe haze, turning out an obeliskin that interlude as if she was the lifeof a …
I heard singingin the church of absence Laterwanted a bar napkinto cover the years