To Oz
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
—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…
It’s Important I Remember That I Can Never Wash My Hands Enough—
our most tender overtures toward each other have turned against us, targeted us for shortness of breath and breadth of lifespan. When I tell you it’s dead outside, I…
Is Writing Helpful?
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…