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My mother tells me not to walk alone in the forest, so I drop my location on a pin. & Before He Duct-Taped his Million-Dollar Banana to a Wall, Mauritzio Cattelan Made “Daddy, Daddy:”
My mother tells me not to walk alone
in the forest, so I drop her my location on a pin.
Apples dangle. Trees in Pantone 363.
Shadows schooner fallen copper berries,
& I don’t need to be afraid because
there …
Into Myself
Needed not soft chicken but self-check-in,
typed again. Got stuck inside
a question of identification: extended
family or emotional relation, clicked
and unclicked—this went for with people,
too. The common moon surfaced
like a moon jelly, more jelly
than moon, …
Fidelity of Swans & Saint Patrick’s Cattle
Fidelity, for Swans
Mute swans mate for life.
Does lack of vocalization have any connection
to their fidelity?
Mute swans have connection to mute swans.
No lack of fidelity for swans.
For life, mate—for life.
Mute swans have their …
Self Portrait With a Magician
I was the first to discover the water
in his lungs Stale light ensnared
in his whited-out open eyes A fish
still pooling in his top hat I flung it back
into the lake What do fishes know
about the …
Blue dementia
we idolized the neighbor who had television
before us. when he was on screens we checked
for blood stains on his doormat. which common
god ever appeared in places at once? but this is
not a must-tell-story of Nineveh where …
blood pact
you’re in the blood room
where they drain you for samples
to see if you’re eating girl candies right.
i glance at your throat & hands
til they call my old name.
under fluorescent
and nursing coos
i give …
A Clear Day for Bombs
I am not sure what blinding light my mother saw as a small child, but her future was much darker than whatever caused her to squint up at the sky as she stumbled across a …
Complications
When Calvin dreams, it’s rarely about his husband. But on the rare occasion he does, he makes sure to tell Gil every detail. The champagne sea of disco lights. The tinny siren song of the Beach Boys’ “Kokomo” beneath the …
Mares I
You sugar your palms for them.
If dawn is coming they will shiver
down the mountain.
Each fading star a sweetness,
the last long brush of dark –
The mountain is familiar.
The lake is familiar. The feeling
of a …
