No one wants to / be reminded of / the brutal beauty / of becoming.
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
“What We Hold” & “Michael; December 24th, 1985”
Each silver sequin pinned like petals / of jasmine, frozen in time.
“Guilt Shower” & “Bad Catholic”
manliness sinks into me like tea leaves / con cuidado tomo cada respiro
voice in air: afterthought
I / stare at the spider’s manifold legs / & little clawed mandible flickering / with evening’s shine, tittering / corners of death’s bite.
For the missing ceiling tiles in 5th period history
I am tired of talking about holes and whoever’s gonna fill them
Thunder Over a Nation
I hear / the camps devour people whole, / sweeping the last crumbs of life / under the rug of genocide.
