Thumbnails of America

Do you wish for a heart
less like a turnstile or a mother tongue
other than a dollar?



RECENTLY PUBLISHED


First Kiss

I’m still learning how to read:
F-O-X, S-T-O-P, B-O-Y.


THE UNCANNY VALLEY

aphasia of detail
& human
complication.
Here I stand on the street


MY MOTHER AND THE BOTTLE

Here is when I hear its syncopated hatching.
I see the blood and think it wine,
I wonder if she will lick it from the floor,
suck the dye back out from the egg.