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…

  “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—…

  1 So, you’re from China, and write poetry, in English? Often, people who don’t know me ask. Yes, I say, I make them short, so fewer mistakes. Sometimes I…

  cento* I live, as the river does, in a mystery— wedged in the middle of stars, roses in bloom, penstemon, the wet branches of an oak in winter— where…

+++ (An In-titled Poem)* +++ no nerve-ending ever not riven, +++ i revert to over-genuine, eerie-tongued venting… +++ i regret needing order— +++ never intend to get urgent, indigent: +++…

  There’s a firefly in the house. I tried to catch him and return him to the long grass of the unmown lawn, but he slipped through my fingers and…

  This is the side hustle: +++++++++I eat their dead’s past indiscretions, maybe ++++++++++++++choke a little on the crumbs. +++++Then I go home, +++++++++make mac & cheese for my kid,…

  In the field near my house, a horse grazes in his own shadow. All week I thought again of wanting to die. I watch the sun hit the fence…

  What I didn’t suspect about war is that there’d be music Not the kind that compels you to move in harmonious discord with the others Nor the kind that…

  “I always thought I was great but why does making it big take so long?” — Julius Eastman; with Arthur Russell, Gerry Eastman, Pauline Oliveros et al et al…

  i. If you make friends with fear, you’ll never be lonely. And who can feel lonely in a beaded cloak? Oblong yellow shards humming a bhajan or a warning…

after Adam Zagajewski I was trying to love the whole world as I loved one girl. Quietly in the dark she has pressed six blistering rows to her thigh with…