2017

Hair in my hair, tongue
on my tongue, we shook
the snow and the Earth […]

Between Frank Zappa and Varése, nothing’s left
to listen to but the static between stars, […]

Such gumption arrives noisy—
these sinuses, notions of territory
hoisted and collapsing with tiny reports […]

sleeping alone
acrylic dust coughing my throat
fingernail posts splitting like thirsty pine trunks
[…]

in her fruit hat, & that’s no banana b/c no one here is happy
to see me. B/c I’m taking it all— […]

Rain and rain and something close to living

The radio hums but it’s the silence we listen to […]

He wrangled my pinky with his lasso body,
hips swinging to music, feet pressed in […]

I give you my rain,
the dark verbs and clatter from which there is no returning.

I give you my invented silence […]