T E A R S
for Bree Cameron
In the Year and Era of Our Quarantine
Your tears wander the vacant streets at night,
One fluvial wet footstep at a time
Desolate & ...
Song at the End of the Mind
I think of you as a radio frequency—
sometimes hard to find
as I touch the illuminated dial.
But tonight you arrive
murmuring into my ear in halfsleep;
you...
Intensive Care
No figures here but pulse, breath and pressure;
no metonymy of fate but a real hand
cold upon a real sheet.
What could any actor speak more...
Clueless Jogger Manifesto in the Age of Social Distancing
I am a jogger, an outside-only jogger. Outside I am moving so quickly that I cannot calculate six feet between myself and slowpokes who walk. I keep moving. I am a moving missile, rocket flying horizontal.
I’m Trying to be a Person
I’m Trying to be a Person
on whom nothing is lost. I have ruined several custards with scalding impatience.
Not...
“Find Everything You’re Looking For?”
Despite the naysayers among my family and friends, I decided to see what was happening in retail. I’d always wanted to sell things when I was a kid. Must be the money––people hand over money to the seller. Who wouldn’t want that?
Widow
God,
You carry this device in my chest called love
& I - a child of infertility - choose you to sterilize
the left testicle of ...