A Menagerie of Strays

“My partner trails me up the hill, both of us weighed down with sacks of groceries, the plastic handles pressing into the flesh of our palms. We are halfway home when I see it...”

for lee buencamino

“i part my lips in secret / glitter drips from the corners of my mouth”

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The National Gallery

“It was because of the bike crash that I volunteered for an HIV-vaccine trial. I blame Brian.”

dc/baltimore: station stairwell

Where Are You From,
Where Are You Going?

“I wonder, then, if adoption is a kind of resettlement that is only concerned with the removal of people from one country and placement in another?”


My Revolutionary Suicide Note

“This is the suicide note. / I have been writing it a long time. In the quiet place. The lower left side of my brain.”


Silence Will Not Protect Us

“For many of us at The Offing, #BlackLivesMatter isn’t just a matter of principle. It is a matter of life and death...”

Project 365

This poem is want —

“We spend the day arranging ourselves to avoid contact / but you linger on my mouth”