Someone Matching Your Description you wake me up, Veronica to escort you to the door to the unknown I am slapped awake and paperless; my eyeglasses abandoned on the ledge startled a tongue triggered dry staring into eyes emptied of the exact shape of mercy. they are ice. you, Veronica, are beside yourself your face […]
Stichomythic Sonnet
Diego Velázquez: Suppose I put myself in all the portraits with horses Frida Kahlo: Suppose you put monkeys on horses Velázquez: Suppose I visit your land of pyramids and tombs Kahlo: Suppose the paintings on the wall of Las Meninas are of Aztec warriors Velázquez: Suppose the painting I am painting in Las Meninas is […]
Portrait of a Spanish Mexican Maid
Knock, knock, Velázquez. Can I come in? I’m standing behind the man at the door. On the threshold wearing my mantilla and cotton peasant dress. Will you put me in the painting with the rest? I’d like to warm my skeleton hands in the heat of Las Meninas. It’s so brown in here I might […]
The Visiting Doctor
This afternoon about half past four I was sitting at my desk when somebody knocked on my door. I got up to answer it when my leg crumbled beneath me. I tried to stand, but it was as if my one leg were made of silly putty. Finally, with the help of the arms of […]
Married to the Wrong Man
I said I was very sorry for all the trouble I had caused her. She said it was no trouble at all. I offered her a drink. She said a drink would be nice. We sat down on the sofa. I asked her her name again. She said, “Matilda, just like in the song.” I […]
Sex at a Funeral
We were just cuddling affectionately. I guess you could call it spooning, but there were boundaries. After all, we’re friends. I said something cutting, per usual, and he nuzzled my back like a cat. I kept talking—about what I can’t remember. He then planted a kiss on my lips. I said Wait no we’re at […]
Queens
First part of the wicker of un-understanding Ne plus ultra of asshole boyfriends Who was trying to pull my arm I fell heavily to sleep with jellyfish In my stomach, there had already Been a curious headache of nuts, deep Decay of death & unholiness, then a high Neighbor speakerphoning with a woman All night. […]
Report
Without headphones without Book. At once muscular And carbuncular & wearing A dress that could only Be called Hulk Hogan I went To the meeting. Because I had to. Because not to Could have only been called Maladaptive. Well what kind Of poet were you the people In power demanded to know In so many […]
Against Travel
for Dana I dream en route from St. Petersburg, Mississippi to St. Louis, Florida. My vampire lovers are precariously situated in a novel by James Hannaham. More numbers of us are vampires than originally thought. All of us. You can tell by the loose and missing skin of our teeth. Our outfits were cut out […]
Walking Dead Love Song 39
I am done with Walking Dead says someone not me I have no agency Your valley of wrath sustains me coddles me please do not wean me I’m hungry Your bludgeoning bat and your gluttony wasted the last good man on TV Look the blood runs around me colors & warms me My little gray […]
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