APOLOGIES WERE BOUND TO BE MADE, even if they didn’t need to be.

going to spell h.o.m.e. like koolaid red and slippery but not / pulsing or heart in palm or the rat tat / of flesh against wall

Remarkable this mother-body. / Its cervix having ripened twice / and now its uterus removed. / Doorway to nowhere.

When it cries it’s not a weep / but a cracking high pitched / slow controlled

this 互相傷害 / this reciprocal torture / bird brain / if you have this idea, i can, too

The nosedive into oblivion / sweeps through me like a white sea carnival / rips through a sleepy town

Clocking in at just twenty-six minutes, this silent black and white film was the only film ever directed by Genet…

The calculus of heaven / is y approaching infinity, / and when you graph it / it rises in a line

I’m not as old as the painters would have it / I’m ageless in this age of monsters.

Not because he’s overweight, although he is. Nor because of the disgust he would feel stepping into the elevator…

Monster’s skin is replaced / it’s not the confusing shade of brownish red that says he could be anything / but white.

Fresh fallen snow: A photograph of a painting is what you / show me, it glitters strangely and is obscured / by thumbs

anti-greta stands in grim resignation. she buries her metal straw and reusable tote with her own hands, shoveling fistfuls of dirt over the metal and canvas until they have sunk back to the earth.

From my belly I spit little fires— / they are sweet & hurt & dusty. / Each slippery flame is work / to keep warm.

...God, I hate November / All the hope I had hoped / Against hope for Jordan.

About 600 miles south of the North Pole stands the world's northernmost statue of Lenin. The face is like a mask, with a guarded but threatening expression.

I wrote my first will in the womb; / a firstborn falsely preceded by / three siblings.

Crossing your legs at the / knees is a way. Walking with your feet / in line is a way. Learning to breathe / one lung at a time is a way.

Homes would switch without warning. Keys stopped working. That’s what I yelled, banging on the door, “My key doesn’t work!” before finding the concrete planter and hefting it through the sidelight

swallowing a glass piano / if I move / it will shatter into pieces