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Like most people, and especially most people, I hate going to readings. A reading is an empty concert, the improv comedy you see because your boyfriend is in an improv comedy troupe, the phallo-phobic bachelorette party (no strippers, no penis stuff!). No penis stuff?
Holiday
In the middle of the night on the 15th of December, a small Christmas tree farm was vandalized, and fifty-three Christmas trees had their tops cut off. The vandals left the trees decapitated by the side of the road.
Temptation
Visitors to the region are encouraged to view the great falls from a cable car—and to ride a ferry into the mist of the falls—and to stand on the cliffs from afar and squint at the falls through a telescope—and to bore a tunnel into the rock and peer through a hole into the falls from behind them—and to watch the falls glow at night under multi-colored lights.
Parents
So they will not be able to hear our bodies against each other, we turn on the TV. Since we do not usually watch the TV, it occurs to us that the TV suggests we are making noise that requires a TV to cover up.
Two Poems
Drinking Shasta in my car
Falling birds are just where we are
Too much walking blues don’t freak
Jubilation for a Name
The insurance will not cover birth-control. It doesn’t matter, anyway, when I will not conceive. When I maintain my status quo. When the insurance company believes I should be pregnant. When men in their uniforms believe I should be pregnant.
The Cow Has Meat for Everyone
I saw the bones of Ohio begin to glow
Beneath a pulmonary night. With a limp hand,
Stretched up direct into darkness,
I felt the contours of the frozen wind
Gluten: Essay With Redundancies, Embedded Open Letter to Juliana Spahr, Disclaimers, and Psycho-Political Unraveling
To begin an essay called “Gluten” with anything other than an explication of the metaphorical substance and how it pertains to my subject…would be obscure, or coy. Gluten is a protein that binds fibers together. It’s a “tough, viscid, nitrogenous substance remaining when the flour of wheat or other grain is washed to remove the starch.” It’s strong and pervasive and sticky.
Permission Slip
Hell-o.
This on?
Think I’m hearin me. Me.
This reverbin either in the buildin or in my head. Whatever. Ha.
Nobody listnin anyways right?
Four Poems
A balance at the weight
Of one large yolk shines:
