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  • Tithing

    the eager man always officiates over the corpses littering the bridal highway lightening his heavenly load burdening the young woman who sees the magazine stand urges herself to abstain from the musical notes pressed so hard against her solarplexus that its breathing becomes her own and the hot sweeping air of its mouth envelopes her…

  • A Song is Not a Song

    All the high notes you loved before are sharp, reverberating in what is left of your brain. This thing takes no advantage only waits to lose space and die, unmasterfully on the loose ground of your foremothers. But, who knows where the cell divides. Scientists know the rna, the chemistry, but the spark of death…

  • April 30

    The soft touch of breast And the red bell pepper have in common summer, when both are discovered. Do you remember your neighbor when you were 11 And she 13? You could barely stand to look at her. So bright, like standing between the vast expanse of ocean between Honolulu and San Diego and the…

  • April 29

    I could fall asleep with my head bobbing like a novelty. i know it was you who took the branch and left it in my path, it was like you were saying something but also not saying anything. The greatest magic trick ever from the spoiled milk you turned to cheese to the harpsichord shirt…

  • April 26

    I’m pent up without words locked lip to lip calls and clicks crest my ears. I can hear for the first time. Like holding doors for tiny, intrepid octogenarians and visiting with ease, those names marked by a blue-capped pin. The memories enact your footsteps on the snake-like pattern laid across green summer grass. You…

  • April 24

    Manet’s hand painted the sad flowers of Paris, and I stood in the cool marble of dead British patriots, watching the eyes watch me. When I look into the 2-dimensional soul, I see myself aloof framed in wood paneling. Existing with emotion and absinthe. But questions: how did these women do it? No tampons? Girdles?…

  • April 23

    Long drives until you called to me “Look up at the green geometry of the roadside.” Beside us was the impetuous landing, the cardinal sin of history, mounded with earth. Zephyrs were slower, so my hair billowed, expanding weightless, weaving in and out like the dusky trails of a 4th of July sky. Directional messages…

  • April 23

    We picked up where we left convivientes and conspirators looking to chase the showering moonlight. you held my hand, lead the way to the dawning. I cannot forgive the path for not returning you. Life wicked off in my hand and midnight recesses recall your visage in reflection, shadowed memory. Floating above your twin bed…

  • April 21

    I love the urgent pressure between spine and stern that requires me to fold you into my body bring you closer smother and consume you bury you along my ribs and raise a monument to your existence in my belly. Balancing on a pebble leaving time and digging fingernails deep into decay and reliving the…

  • April 20

    Your skin spoke to me as a longitudinal study of music, theater, art, politics, strummed against my body and the beat of a fan overhead moving particles of the temperate flow. Cold dampened my toes and fingers until I could not retain my kindled words. The prickles of a ghost were partnered with your eyes…