The following is drawn from a manuscript tentatively titled Reversi: a group of letters written to Em Bohlka, who died in the 2016 Ghost Ship fire. Reversi also engages with Othello as a core text, jumping off from that play … Continue reading “from Reversi“
The Idyllic Childhood I grew up in this vulgar & expensive hotel. Rooms that look like wedding cakes. Each interior themed around a different history. This is the third reich room–a wallpapered legion of totenkopf’s. This is the English bourgeois … Continue reading “Four Poems from Conditions“
every year my body fails me like some ship at half mast I am not exceptional every body does this circling what’s null then some Narrows passing through the little Places slipping everything aside my body is worse off than … Continue reading “house series 5. “
Baltimore-Washington International Airport, Baltimore, Maryland 21240 Shoes! Computers! Remove them! Shoes! Computers! Remove them! Shoes! Computers! Remove them! Shoes! Computers! Remove them! Security chants over and over. Feeling pressured to move forward in the line even tho there’s little space … Continue reading “Three Poems from “Horrible Places””
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Wow Um Thanks For one luxurious moment the difference in mass between a cup of blood from the armpit and a cup of blood from the ass was equal, and equalled the mass of a cup of blood from the … Continue reading “Three Poems”
If you are a prostitute of the 21st century metaphors are not enough delusions the girl who works who is she, always convincing convincing in capital You are the whore on his yacht he asks you to … Continue reading “from Freedom and Prostitution“
for Agnes Helen Mauldin Giffin Some drugs make me go, My God, death is everywhere constantly present, but then make me go, OK, fine, let it come. I was sitting above Maya Lin’s Wavefield, at Storm King, watching this … Continue reading “from Untitled, 2004“
It Is Impossible to Be Private, Modernly It amazes me the Midas hustle to make anything a job so long as you have the gumption and by gumption I mean the means my lover has a friend and by friend … Continue reading “Two Poems”
The proposal came: noisome ideology of cities plopped down in cities. How cool, let me lay here in the sun until my dream’s done feeling mellow and the hills are on fire, focus grouped epilation crawling toddler-like AC-chilled purgatory a … Continue reading “from Thanksgiving“
Allegory of Information Quality I’m responsible for potatoes. Huge quantities of potatoes are being harvested and brought to storage facilities by enslaved people. The soundtrack is ethnomusically informed jazz. I’m supposed to be counting the eyes on the potatoes, but … Continue reading “Alongside the Marketing”
Dear Kay— A letter in seven arguments. 1. On Lies In another poem a man compares me to pussy, and then it happens again. Rosario says straight men don’t even like pussy, an attack so devastating I took it vicariously. … Continue reading “You Say Wife”
this dude next to me has been listening to clips of a cover of “Work” by Rihanna over and over for like 15 minutes. already I hate him. it sort of looks like he’s listening to it on a Zune. … Continue reading “work work work”
Under Cover Extolling the virtues of theft Meaning makes less in a week than Your masterpiece is for smashing Porcelain pink panther Punching a canvas til it’s money We listened to ArtPop and dream what could’ve been Genderqueer porn suggesting … Continue reading “Three Poems”
