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Volcano

Roman is running the LA marathon. It’s no touch. No high fives. No kissing. It’s the time of the virus. What might   have been if the world...

Thousands Stood Behind Her, Arms Raised in a “V”

I. “I saw Grandma Rosie,” he said, referring to his mother, who’d been dead for two years. I remained visibly calm. I’d flown to Baltimore early to...

How to Make a No-Sew Coronavirus Mask From a Poem*

After you've read this poem, place it on your kitchen table From the top of the poem, fold down a flap of your fear; from...

Sphincters I Have Known and Lost

“You want to hear about all the times I’ve had tubes shoved up my penis?” There’s a sentence I never thought I would ever speak...

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 ...