Memory of an Onion
A skillet crackles, a raw crescent And bit of butter becoming, Inevitably, a lone browned, curved Pungent thing, a scalding mouthful Soon slipping down a throat: consumption Always…
Cucumber Psalm
Flourish, unwashed, unpeeled, bouncy boys; grow, citizen-workers, clothed in good dirt— dearest ones, I place my hope in you— your green is king, in my garden. Chopped, you are…
Remote Universal
Everything is just like everything else only on a different scale. Galaxies spin like atoms, sure, but also the country has this cloud of negative electricity around it…
The White Album
I am listening by which I mean humming over by which I mean talking over a bit less than usual to one of those songs I’m told have molded…
Ancestry.com
What happens when no one who could hold a pen saw your great- aunt as human: records and recordings pinprick your neck’s back— Before they called us stupid coolies,…
Georgia O’Keeffe’s Red and Brown Leaves, 1925
Cloudy, primal green floods the canvas, superimposed with a scarlet maple and sepia poplar leaf upright as rooted trunks. A trinity—three seasons— death closest. Stages of cancer—yours IV…
Dear Andy (12)
—from The Warhol Letters I’ve become obsessed with bears & I hear you laughing at me through a veil of Fire Island sweat & zinc oxide. Summer…