There has to be a way in to the feelings in which something is at stake without sacrificing myself (and my loves!) to serve as tedious little idols—   there has to be a way to feel without names—   When you left me and I believed it was only for a while I was […]

in dead of dawn my phone beats me awake with a voice on the line asking if I talked to you & I knew it was you she meant because your texts just twelve hours back misbehaved & spilled your panic I bypassed for sake of short-range saneness before warfare at the day gig which […]

When did I know Sonia? Well I knew her in Chicago. I must have lived there for a while. It felt long—extended. A sudden new apartment is the caesura of city-living, an interruption that continues the poem. I knew Sonia when I did not even know Nina. Nina did not replace Sonia. These were not […]

He gets up there and—yeah, another litigant Love that litigant—or, maybe not—write the Next! next litigant—bring on the Here—lemme litigate—a tad Litigational—that’s the quality we’re looking for Floats—giant swans—flotillas—on still waters Music from a giant conch shell Don’t feed the litigators Y’all assin’ it to a seat—or—propped up on feat Don’t feed the litigators Snout—peeking […]

(N.B. line breaks may be changed if viewed on a small screen) I. PHOTOBOOTH You spent the last decade fighting with a beautiful woman I spent it asleep in a down cocoon Dreaming of David Bowie swimming and swimming Infinitely negotiating elation and genders There is much to be gleaned from red versus green virtues […]

Follow my voice follow my voice I follow your voice into the malignant trousseau into poetry I follow the rabble the voices the birthmark on your torso: a puncture wound a sign for syre I don’t want the butterflies to die in the rabble so I take my headphones off s o I take my […]