The Usuals
The multiverse theory is a theory that says there are a billion universes happening at once. This means that in another universe I’m at a lesbian bar snorting lines of fire ants off the antlers of a taxidermied moon-deer, while in another space I am sleeping in a desert under a mosquito net covered with […]
Thinking About the Bronx
“Holy Bronx” —Ginsberg Even this Galleria Mall bland, January calm, winter comes in flat as paint drying, good paint, the fountains in fake forestry cover burbling, round pennies on square tiles in the basins, the whole of the non-city freeze shimmers on down through skylights. Even the rain taught a lot of headspace, and that […]
“There’s a dot…”
There’s a dot of gasoline in each of our eyes a rainbow that flickers when we open them to the light the dead see out of time & it falls across this page this throb no moment can hold the end of open
Projections
PROJECTION 1 I evoke a tied tongue. I am some kind of sexual assassin carrying bombs. I know how to use knives and harbor an array of them in my night table. I have thick hair, strands strong enough to choke with. I’m kind of feral sexy but it’s not about the looks. PROJECTION 2 […]
from Veronica, A Lamentation…
Someone Matching Your Description you wake me up, Veronica to escort you to the door to the unknown I am slapped awake and paperless; my eyeglasses abandoned on the ledge startled a tongue triggered dry staring into eyes emptied of the exact shape of mercy. they are ice. you, Veronica, are beside yourself your face […]
Stichomythic Sonnet
Diego Velázquez: Suppose I put myself in all the portraits with horses Frida Kahlo: Suppose you put monkeys on horses Velázquez: Suppose I visit your land of pyramids and tombs Kahlo: Suppose the paintings on the wall of Las Meninas are of Aztec warriors Velázquez: Suppose the painting I am painting in Las Meninas is […]
Portrait of a Spanish Mexican Maid
Knock, knock, Velázquez. Can I come in? I’m standing behind the man at the door. On the threshold wearing my mantilla and cotton peasant dress. Will you put me in the painting with the rest? I’d like to warm my skeleton hands in the heat of Las Meninas. It’s so brown in here I might […]
The Visiting Doctor
This afternoon about half past four I was sitting at my desk when somebody knocked on my door. I got up to answer it when my leg crumbled beneath me. I tried to stand, but it was as if my one leg were made of silly putty. Finally, with the help of the arms of […]
Married to the Wrong Man
I said I was very sorry for all the trouble I had caused her. She said it was no trouble at all. I offered her a drink. She said a drink would be nice. We sat down on the sofa. I asked her her name again. She said, “Matilda, just like in the song.” I […]
Sex at a Funeral
We were just cuddling affectionately. I guess you could call it spooning, but there were boundaries. After all, we’re friends. I said something cutting, per usual, and he nuzzled my back like a cat. I kept talking—about what I can’t remember. He then planted a kiss on my lips. I said Wait no we’re at […]