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 […]
FAQ on the Divine Mercy Part Two
Religious forum genre is special, very holy writing. People share profound feelings, and can be philosophers any day of the week. Some more topics we discuss together include: Newbie question about the 54 day Rosary Praying for those who do not believe in Jesus Christ […]
Post Script
The time between my last word and your unwritten one is a footprint that fills with mud. I am raising pigs for slaughter, and their affinity for mud affects my use of the image. I have new mud reverence, its sounds and cooling properties. I would be a nun without you, and wish you would […]
Always To Do
There is a landscape I return to once I’ve been let down by every last body. Not a horizon, but a fully fleshed out three dimensions— with the topography of a furrowed brow— my gaze is the unadulterated sun ready to burn skin. My papers— technology— sobriety— and intoxication. After the second heartbreak I called […]
from Skins of Columbus
The journal dreamt itself. Its pages you wrote to capture mental colony from its root in the name, Cristóbal Colón. But what captivities does the name, that sound—Colón—hide? Drop its diacritic and you drift like plastic in a sea of eroto- genic marks. How does the large intestine entwine in the same sign that names […]
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