The Unicorn Lair
Once, it was feared that exceeding the speed of sound meant a man might outfly his voice and strangle on his screams. Not laughing, a woman tells me that…
Because nostalgia…
Because nostalgia prefers melancholy, say distance. Because distance is my nemesis, say conquest. Because I am a fable made flesh & bone brimmed with dirt, say massacre. Because I…
When I Manage to Sleep Past 3 am
you may be sure my husband’s alarm +wakes me. We spoke of time this week. Is time a concept, construct, illusion? +Yesterday I changed my pants, twisted my knee…
peels
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++my father sips coffee while i dance +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++with a sailor on a strand of leftover +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++light from a dead star and i am +++++++++++++++++++++++++++cinderella in the back bedroom +++++++++++++++++++++++++++again…
Funeral Procession off the Exit to Canandaigua
At first, I didn’t see it: the natural slowdown of cars, the respect. To me, it was rush hour, interminable. Two men on motorcycles wearing neon green vests branded…
The Old Raptures [Pompeii]
If loneliness is this—the loss of sight that comes of looking directly into sun, or the hand that gives shade, the one that hangs over someone’s eyes like the…
Oscar-Worthy Films
Let’s have a leading lady whose thighs touch Like a mother’s loving squeeze, A lead who has to carry baby powder In her purse for chafing. A damsel who…
In Your Orbit
“Ass so fat you can see it from the front.”—Yasiin Bey At Auntie Anne’s pretzel hut A teenager with cratered Pockmarked acne declares That ass is like the moon—…