THE UNCANNY VALLEY

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



RECENTLY PUBLISHED


when my grandmother sings

and my grandmother would hold /
out her hand to catch the dewdrops /
falling from the sky /
her voice was drowned out long ago


& The Dirt

as in I’m scared
not by how much I need,

but by how much I’m prepared
to wreck to make it


photo of a shopping cart

Burden of Proof

After the towers, I never left / an empty grocery cart astray / but rolled it across the parking lot / back to its designated spot.