(2015)
unspeakable dearth of nutrient the cause of the complaint, lack of the sweet titmilk of human connection,
leaning into, not against it. no, decidedly for, yes, always that, no matter
excuse me, i thought you were also the center of a fractal
if i stub my fucking toe it’s their fault so say i, and who could argue? you almost
the very idea that i could be
STEP BACK! There’s an infection you’ll get if you come any closer. It will open your eyes through the crust
I will meet you in the open air, & pet your pony’s nose. You will be
shall we turn down the covers, crawl inside? find there a place that’s been waiting for us, a vortex of sorts
lie still. be quiet. please understand what happens so, next time
I love how you talk Down to everyone In your poems Which, unlike fiction Are not covered
i could not conceive of such beauty, it had to hit me like it has. nothing
the conquering child turns 50, gets the gag out its mouth, says here i am. let’s play now
root it out the tiny bit left that says someone’s in charge not you. don’t let it live
why is nothing i can do now. where it went. what that echo means, if anything
oh, and how it gets you these bastard assumptions, one or two commonalities