February 1, 2017

Epithalamium vii

Yesterday my plants caught wind of my loneliness

as I swung from mood to mood, vine to vine,

but I stayed in that spot by the sink, light of my own light—

ill suction makes the tongue grow numb.

I am Venus in winter, skin puckered & scraping

against the pear...

February 1, 2017

She represents a failed analysis. A masturbation fantasy for Sigmund Freud. He even borrows her pseudonym from a female servant, proving exactly what he thinks about her, submissive. Her real name was Ida Bauer. Dora is a fictional character and a sacrificial lamb to t...

January 23, 2017

"Look, Mommy is sleeping," said the boy. "She's tired from doing all our things again." He dawdled in a stream of the last sun for that day and watched his father roll tenderly back her eyelids, lay his ear softly to her breast, test the delicate bones of her wrist. Th...

January 23, 2017

I want to be free. I want to sit in my college-sweater and read to my heart’s content. But I don’t want to be alone. I want you with me. But not forever, no, not even all the time. The child looks happy. I wish he could understand what I was going through. He must see...

January 12, 2017

“Now, begin counting backwards from 10 to 1 and just relax.”

The stench of depression and anxiety permeates from the leather couch I am laying on.

The temperature in the room quickly plummets and it turns to Winter.

We cannot find a pulse!

Men and women in blue uniforms sc...

After Juliet Cook’s The Spindle Girls

In the hospital waiting room

all of the dolls lackluster

they shine on to a boy named


Milton lay the dolls down

in a circle on the floor:

An asylum solar system.

Mildred disintegrates in sun.

Pauline evaporates on Mars.

Joyce drowns...

January 4, 2017

Amy Elliot Dunne, the female protagonist in Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl, is a modern-day hysteric. Dunne represents the two sides of womanhood: pliant and adaptable housewife and sociopathic and calculating murderess. Her beginning is nothing less than dramatic, she prec...

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...

December 21, 2016

____ forces milk in my mouth, I purse and make a tight, pink O   

            ____ manages, it opens and the white solid gags me, I’m no calf

(black out memory here)

____ takes me to his room, the basement air st...

December 18, 2016


The clanking that vanishes once my ca...

December 13, 2016

After Theodore Dreiser

Because Carrie’s mouth

clove cigarettes,

holed cords, converse all-stars

a horse tranquilizer dream for days

Blur pounds the scalp

swinging disc man

a Bolinas girl

a no clack hippie

Inside panting the sunken and the dead

Irving Plaza forever light show


December 7, 2016

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