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”
1. Because of the world they live in, because of the ways they productively and destructively carry that world inside them They told me how God was not impersonal but knew me by name, knew how many hairs were on … Continue reading “One Admirer Has Said”
I think a lot about Kenny “Sky” Walker who rocked the cradle in the 1989 dunk contest it fizzled without much meaning but it mattered to me in 2017 I got dumped in a swamp I think I wasn’t what … Continue reading “The Capricorn Moon Hits Home”
Now you’re here too in the apocalypse your ancestors made. –Natalie Diaz It’s not fucked up to want to feel safe. We were drawn together by that desire. In Providence, in Oakland, in Charlottesville. Circumstances make it feel so impossible, … Continue reading “A Western”
I wanted to show you something that would give you pleasure the kind of pleasure I sometimes feel listening to Joanna Brouk or standing in the middle of a gallery in the Met not focusing on a particular art work … Continue reading “from a feeling called heaven“
A house. There’s a dream of a house, like there always is. The house has blue walls. It’s four years ago. I have a boyfriend. He is the only boy I’ve ever dated that my parents have liked. … Continue reading “from Socialist Realism“
Hell is good. To live here, it is good. I really like it! It’s the best thing that ever happened to me. It’s the crowning joy of my life to exist in Hell. It’s amazing. It’s so sweet and charming. … Continue reading “Welcome to Hell”
I am told that Brussels is the new Berlin, what Berlin was twenty years ago. What this person means is that it is the only spot left in Europe where artists can afford to be artists. I walk to the … Continue reading “Journal from Brussels and Paris”
Lacking blankets sleep mapped out a march of ice with a mind of April thinking today is the day rain prosecco tipped off flamboyant spray shed their own Pittsburgh blew us mindlessly dove. Flick the tongue of my cradle speech … Continue reading “Bureau to Counteract the Demonstration”
Author’s note: Gajanan Madhav Muktibodh (13 November 1917 – 11 September 1964) was a Hindi poet, a literary critic and theorist, a short story writer, and a journalist who wrote extensively on the geopolitics of the period. A concerted Marxist … Continue reading “Translating “To a Formless Void” by G. M. Muktibodh”
I love my child but I will always love my father more. I love my child and this is why I learn to keep her good face clean. As you clean your face remember to move your hands toward your … Continue reading “Look at What You’ve Done”
