What did I bury that never came back? / Baby teeth and loose change eventually / find their way to me. When do I stop?

A roof is like the deck of a boat, / Beyond the gutter we will fall into the abyss.

What I wouldn't pay—a bleeding sack of / Surgeon, tailor, sculptor hands, / To guzzle down their gizzards, / Lick their locks clean

the passage, sore eyes, slow / emptiness. the darkness / beneath these half-bunkers / is a border.

The sea has not been seen by me, though / thoughts of salt and spray have always filled / my mind.

Bellatrix Sakakino perpetually craved her favorite food. Her problem was that it was a rather unconventional favorite.

When the driver came forward it was Death himself kindly stopping a little too late and spilling his beer when he hit you head-on…

I had no idea I could bleed like that. All that blood I wasted from my foot on a sliver of the salsa jar I didn't break.

In the halls of old text messages, / you avoid last night / like lingering campfire heat / over the cold eggs of morning.

I am seventeen and the world is a shell / Walking the interstate with my dry hand in hers / Sky arid above us, acres of absence aching / Like a scar.

Bradford walked into the office with his head cocked severely to the side, holding his thin phone in place. "Yes . . . yes. Okay. I'll look the minute I sit down."

It takes journalists, directed to the site, / three hours to hike, in sunlight, brush covered / trail, a rocky terrain

I practice punching / at the kitchen table / on the couch / in my sleep / I make a fist

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…