and this was our true life together: / your discontent registering forever / upon the maternal sea
Selections from while they sleep (under bed is another country)
"I KISS THE FIRE IN YOUR HAND, OR CITY-BUILDERS" and "INTIMACY ABSTRACT"
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
“YOU PASSED JUST HOURS AGO” and “NOTES ON SEROCONVERSION”
Am the acronym, the fever dream,
Was elegant, was sharpsheathed
as the Spanish
olive pit.
AND I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR MOTHER
The woods might
not sing where you are anymore. But I spot your yolk a moon
away.
Sand & Silt
We all have a story like this, / innocent in its setting, nefarious / in how it stays / spurred into our bones as we grow.
No Funeral
You mourn the girl I was / as if I killed her, / as if I left her / in a field somewhere, / shipwrecked in the dry grass –
