when I imagine myself / I am always leaving / I couldn’t draw my own face if god asked
Epithalamion with Angel of the Apocalypse
"THE GHOST" & "SYMPOSIUM: 'AND IN TURN THE MUSICAL ART...'"
RECENTLY PUBLISHED
Selections from while they sleep (under bed is another country)
"i am sorry for the things i said when i was broken that autumn when so many of us were killed"
“I KISS THE FIRE IN YOUR HAND, OR CITY-BUILDERS” and “INTIMACY ABSTRACT”
"I don’t have the words / for what we are building. Not exactly. / But the buildings have purpose / even if they’re not all homes."
“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.
