April 8, 2017

Barge music. Shush, war chalet

            terrarium cages, lamb ears.

Pink panties cry rage                my doppelganger

            wheeling a baby....

April 8, 2017

I can only get noir in the summer                    skull high-heeled

            a souvenir parasoled                blood on my hands...

April 2, 2017

            the making and searing

the first memory          deer crosses                 glowworms      paranoia...

March 4, 2017

There’s lie in believe                                        a mid-sized suitcase...

January 12, 2017

You in the dark room.              You’re the only one

            I show my childhood bangs to

this hot breeze             these porcelain bears...

December 31, 2016

Take the L to Union Square

            code mottled and nuanced       the sun setting at seven

when you’re having an affair.

            Gentrification permits anonymity...

November 14, 2016

Bloodsucker bugs in the side room

            w/ a bumblebee puppet           wasps and no batteries

a stuffed rabbit on skates.

                        I just breathed a k...

September 22, 2016

Say we have tomorrow                         the bare trappings of narrative

            the last pack of cigarettes                    traditionally reckl...

August 25, 2016

It’s a tight circle                                               a strange deviation...

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