Poetry
… listen kindness, we’re in this thing like leaves —Jean Valentine mhm the billionaires want me to love x space & box & especially doc & i do love xoxo but isn’t the best letter of them all w double u! amazing also amazing? the pairs of words to you for you though best-beautiful of them […]
All gulls covet more than low tide— more than busted clams and refused oyster shells. They do what we can’t. They do the dirty work. When I was five, my mother took me to be baptized, but I ran back to the car, away from the pastor. I was too young to be that clean in his capable […]
Why did he like them so much, these outside fucks? We couldn’t stroll a city block without him clocking every caverned alley, nor could we enjoy nature without him begging me to lie down in the grass in the exact outline of his shadow. Once, there were bison just inches from us. (I’ve written of this before, and who wouldn’t revisit the image?) They smelled mangy and milky like him, like […]
In the second declension, oυ meansmale genitive singular, as in “Θανάτoυ,” as in, “of Thanatos,” not to be confused with oν, the ancient Athenians’ accusative singular ending for neutered, sexless words. It all seems fairly sensible until you realize the sexless is itself a sex, and language’s bootleg mask of Halloween rationality begins to slip, Thanatos’s pale grin revealed to […]
1. August 9, 1986 2. exchanges of Jameson and shoestring fries 3. parted, chapped lips 4. your girlfriend 5. collection of magazines on trunk, 6. black lights 7. powder topped […]
in the first beginning, where we bled rhinestones and ate glass, the stars were pink. tonight, baby, we’re riding no breaks all gas so put on your worst fucking pink. hedonistic indulgence is our spirituality and there’s nothing left but our ash maimed hands, our failed plans, our flood stained pants and the color pink. they say […]
We didn’t used to get this close— you’ve seen at least one clip: great white’s pink maw carving through a capped wave, stacked serration a blind bite— we orchestrate a destruction that commands our witness— I heart a shared video of surveillance footage: bloated alligator in the aqueduct of a sewage treatment plant, a boa constrictor thick […]
after “Erratic” by Julien Charrière at the San Francisco Museum of Modern Art, 2022 Dreaming, I reenter the art installation alone, pass a staged still of the artist blowtorching an iceberg, and confront two projections of ice— one whole wall, one levitating— and the deafening of their grainy, low-frequency crush, the groan of flow, static and grinding— I’m […]