Poetry

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 […]

A songbird’s convoluted vocabulary stalls every

sad line of thought. Distraction is no great difficulty. […]

How like a piece of leather or purse strap was that snake
on its path to the sea when my father lowered the stone […]

how do you blindfold an Asian? […]

how much sleep is normal
at what point will my bed springs shake and snap under the constant pressure of my limp limbs […]

I peer into fish eyes like eight-balls.
I steal flamingo-colored candy. I carry […]

Of course it’s in part a good thing.
There’s hardly any room.
Everything inside it is a weapon. […]

what are the dragons of sleep.
how many parts of my body can be awake at once?
if my tongue rises does my liver drowse? […]

             some days       I am both the joker and thief
lying to myself            hiding
within
                                    my hands cradling
the stacked stones                  collecting their dust […]