Poetry
we’re coming undone
blues & blacks on white canvas
i have no gauze
watch for it. it’s coming
(he’s having a baby. my belly is empty)
two blue junes
in tribute to her manic self
9 second montage of revolution
concrete glass visions
sticky sweet delirious
(vi.sion.ar.y)
a poem for virginia, protesting her demise
the girl you created
psst, gunslinger
daylight savings time
good morning, jane
two seconds before
into autumn i fall
to little girls
boxcar children game
when instinct is higher than
go
if you study a woman
afternoon encounter of the mystical kind
if you and i are poetry
observations at 2 a.m.
god is my uterus
a poem for july who is thinking of leaving
the mosaic of a girl
last letter to the boy
wry, exciting
logan rocks it for an audience of one
good boy
here is forever
my lesson
this one’s for the blue girl
we are sweating bullets
a girl doesn’t always know what to do with herself
shaky hearts
preoccupations with lines
slinging pale dreams
letters to a mother who cannot read
poems for elise
a few small nips
four owls in bed
he says there are no beginnings
boiling into a new bloom
to crush a lily
on licking fresh blisters
eight hour half life
collecting rainwater for ducks & such
apartment five, plastic flapping w/ had bowed, always
three dollars a basket (case)
regrets & such
for billie whose insides are quite intricate
this is a poem
bending we are bent
rent to own
venus
ode to roger blackburn, local legend & pyromaniac
driving 45 sedated
the truth is
mantra meat men mercy
love, the
catacomb, lovely
on pulling poems from a torso
hotpockets
in search of her own
in honor of
come with me now
for dad whose hands weave hickory quite perfectly
it’s not easy to find love
poem for the restless
toe bejeweled, i
silly girl
just because
nelly girl
my right now is not similar to.
i went to.
bukowski’s in bed with us.
this is not my america