As you probably already know, / I was the only one of my friends to survive / that night. / Sometimes I feel like surviving / was the easy part.
Prickly back tendrils / alert me to your presence / at my bedside. I pull the blanket / up over my shoulder like a lover /
after sex or kissing me / goodnight.
Do not give your worries to other people, even if they have the same condition. It may harm them. Keep them in your mouth, a list under your tongue.
Find me a new story to paint / wine-dark, where they comb metaphors / instead of beaches
I love her more than I have poetry for.
We, the Sorority of the Cloven-Hoofed Foot, / are looking for girls to join us!
Tell me about her?
I can’t. Too much to be known.
The egg waxes, the yellow white
of moon marrow, of stretched skin,
opaque with the dull stain of life blood speckling
the outer shell, enveloping the hard white.
Driving down the highway
at two a.m.
I felt my heart stop
When I looked over and saw
So round and full
Sensuous and curvy
whereas many more presumptuous
theories suggest an interpretive dance
in five deliberate movements (Marling &
Batmanglij 2017) or else a general physical
denial of body through writhing-as-dance
under strobe-lit dark1,
the newly discovered academic consensus is that
multidimensional transcendent astral travel
is only possible through