To Oz

poetry, Uncategorized
  We believed in scholarship, +++++++++ignoring God, darkened living rooms, +++++++++cats winding around shins. I learned how to read in one +++++++++language at the age of four and in another…

Forbidden Fruit Picker

poetry, Uncategorized
  —after Wangechi Mutu HOW TO STAB ONESELF IN THE BACK In a recurring dream, I knock over the musician’s instrument and blame his kittens. He burns their mother’s milk…

Is Writing Helpful?

poetry, Uncategorized
  hellish bullshit . . . men love it men stupid as cows, pigs —Ikkyu, tr. Stephen Berg After telling each other some awful stuff, the three of us were…