You resemble an angel created in a landfill.
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Genie in Pieces
Father is the name for what guards the front door. The world outside is full of noise. A truck, a lawnmower, a dog, and then another.
‘Mus Maximus’ and ‘Venice’
In Pompeii we didn’t distinguish rats
from mice.
Avenue
The doctor delivers the diagnosis. He tells Gulisa, ‘It could be worse.’
graverobber’s ballad
bifurcating like a heart would/night scatters into pieces/reassembled like a girl should/be I tug the laces/of my boots and hold the shadows
Diptych: The Bunch, Your Duck/Dog
One day, we came home from a walk in the woods and found something waiting for us. It wasn’t a this, or a that, or a they; it was a bunch.
‘Mollie & Lobo Wolf Girl’ & ‘Notes on the Tower’
you are always
walking me
into canyons
at dusk…
Of Humankind
On a dirt street, in a one-room shack with a rain-tempered roof, lived a woman who sold sex to the workers of her district, and she did this because of all the ways one made money in the hard-mouthed world, this was the easiest for her.
‘Song for My Daughter,’ ‘Song for My Son,’ & ‘Out of the Wood-‘
Because my bridegroom marked the trail
with ash
Because my father pushed me
down the path alone
Homecoming
We were always trying to get her attention. ‘Your mother is busy,’ said our father. ‘She is an important woman.’
