Two Poems
by water in the glass bottom boat. As if seen through a cloud. Oil refinery across from flight path. Big white drums.
A Sestina for Jarret
Jarret, do you have a large velvet pad I could borrow
Or a gold gift box?
I need a round velvet bar,
Jarret and an acrylic earring stand.
Baraka
I CAN’T WAIT FOR MEXICO TO CONQUER AMERICA
FOR THE FRENCH OF CANADA TO BUILD A RAFT ON LAKE CHAMPLAIN
I CAN’T WAIT FOR LASER SURGERY
I CAN’T WAIT TO VOMIT WHAT I JUST ATE AND SCALD THE PLACE WITH THE CUM ON IT
Image Results for the Sky
Last night’s dream opened with me and Andrew lying in an inflatable boat on some body of water somewhere in summer. A plane was slowly falling out of the sky and heading right towards us. I remember thinking in the dream (when thinking feels like you’re pulling the length of a telescope further out) that I’d seen this before: a plane falling, floating almost, towards these two men in this boat.
A Film That Will Make the Audience Feel Pure Joy
This is a film is about a filmmaker—let’s call her “A”—who, while preparing to shoot her next project, one she has been working on and developing for over twenty years, suddenly has a momentary crisis of faith. This crisis expresses itself by attempting to take all the aspects of her upcoming film work and, instead of shooting and editing them together, deciding to embody and involve them within the patterns of her daily life.
Your City Comprehends You
For the distress of neutrality, the new tenements look out onto empty playgrounds
For the round water, the old men jut pennies as far
Member Brain
Detour left will not lead
That’s what I do daily rather than eat
Why question
Letter
In a thick dark
I lick my sunburnt lips.
From the other side of the door I hear your shuffling.
Leader Ghazal
While we were dancing we thought Kim Jong-il
should know we think only of Kim Jong-il.
Another Cake
After the fake boyfriend left, the guests kept coming. They came every day, with their prayer books and coconut candies, careful not to slip on the driveway—it’s icy—offering cold cheeks for a kiss. My aunts took their coats, their cakes. I went down to take their sorries, then hid in my old room.
