But after seeing the bone-lean bodies trailed behind
your soldiers’ growling stomachs, the unearthing
of your uncatchable lizard would have offered you
a sight recognizable though rewritten in rock
six miles southeast of rupaul's mansion (extracted from Morgan Thomas’s “Surrogate”)
I TRY TO WRITE THE DEAD BLUE WHALE, PARTIALLY BURIED IN THE SAND OF TIBURÓN
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
All the Parts of Things
Another dermatologist, his voice a baritone of confidence, a foghorn, a steady hand, said, “We will be sure to treat this very aggressively. Because it’s the worst thing that can happen to a pretty young woman, her hair falling out.”
I stared at him for a beat too long, my thin brown hair knotting like brows.
“Well, you know,” he grinned and a hand fluttered in front of his face, a butterfly of bashfulness. “One of the worst things.”
The Observer’s Cage
Of all of us, she was the most tied to the telescope. It had been her idea. All these men and their obsession with disk size. A thirty foot disk, a sixty foot disk, a hundred foot disk. Part of her genius was to imagine a different shape: the wide fragile net.
As South Tank Farm, As If a House and The Main Gate Shivers at Dawn
Where a tank farm once pressed its fuel ask: what do we hold to the ground and how do we take it back.
Time
Since I do not have enough [but] briefly I’ll summarize beginning [ ]
spinning on a tilt [ ] below Earth’s rotational axis [ ] in search of water ice [ ] on the dual moons of Mars [ ] Phobos & Deimos.
Pod
"Was this your plan all along?” Toby asked one night, his chin on my chest. He still smelled faintly of fish, which was how we all smelled these days. “Stealing the dolphin to get Sophia in?”
