To fold confession:

Trans Issue 2015

when yr immigrant alters
a body

we did not make or exit

when yr yellow — alters a diagram

                                                             here is a window which became city
                                                             cleaners walked by the waterless

what is a fountain without luck
but a gathering of small eyes watching yr every move
meaning of diagram

something about questions
which could eliminate your blue mouth

from Nature Poem

“I can’t write a nature poem bc that conversation happens in the Hall of / South American Peoples in the American Museum of Natural History”


“Celebration of a new year in April — The flute player’s wooden flute — Sinn Sisamouth; his soothing voice played before sleep...”