Fourteen

Under the plum tree I gorged on pomegranate seeds that stained my lips. Read More >

I Remember 1963—1973 (after Joe Brainard)

I remember red roses next to Mildred’s backyard and front porch.
The smell of bleach inside of school halls.
white socks meant you were queer. Read More >

Sur/face

Light metal narcissus
devours his brother reflexion
the spark, invisible fire
the sacred incantation
the magical language
the desire revealed

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A Short Essay on Protest

In fourth grade, I refused to go to school until the principal met with me about the teacher who I said was cruel. In his office, Dr. Swan agreed, the teacher was a bully but also old. I should take pity on her outdated ways. As he handed me a mint lollipop, I watched his turtles circling each other in the terrarium. Read More >

droppin’ 

droppin’, am I 

droppin’ keys my

droppin’ soap the 

droppin’ always deuce well-formed always an

droppin’ seat my remember 

droppin’ meal last Kafka’s Read More >