I am more than the world you asked me to be—
Bow to the peaches heavy and timeless, wrapped in sheets of cool.
I feel compelled to give you an ending, a promise of hope
and all its straight-razor backroads planted with plaster farmhouses bowing to January’s muddy expanse
I can take even more Than he can give.
1. an investigation of wrecked arterial railroads hammered by foremothers stationed beneath your breasts and headed crown-bound
My daughter throws up once or twice a day opening mouth then hands as if to pour out what was once clenched. Throws up pillows, backpacks, and refrigerators. Builds a version of our cat from pretend vomit, builds a version of our kitchen. I...
Took a series of self-portraits on my bed: one hand over my right eye then left as if to mimic another’s gaze.
Sometimes, a teacher proposes / we write about something / insignificant, or a friend requests // that poems and posts not get so / political.
In the Old Dictator’s obituary, a charming anecdote—
When the Old Dictator was a boy, his father saved his wagesfor a month to buy his son a watch.
