Iteration (Sestina) Three weeks to winter and I palm the curtains obsessively. I dream in varied color. I etch skin into my hands to remember what is outside. Three weeks and I fold cotton tissues into rabbits, watch the rabbits scamper away, tendrils of frost beneath my palm blooming blue as I fold into a… Read More

Channel Orange after the album by Frank Ocean         I cut glass into oblong teardrops. I drape myself in pink. I am the morning running behind you, taking your shaky nightmare hands,         dragging you away from absent fluorescence. I have willed & wanted this for so long—this bleak fever dream, this fading road—the one that begins… Read More

In Our Hearts Us— That’s your name and your name for us. You gave it to us as a gift Marked for us when you gave us life, And you were so excited that you had to write it everywhere On our birth certificates, our memories, our legacies, our obituaries— And you even carved it… Read More

Loveless, Love Left I am the house that love left. Mama doesn’t waltz these halls no mo’ And niño doesn’t join her Singing from the second floor landing. I am the house that love left, Papa searched high and low, Under my floorboards, rotted and old, On top of the gramophone Inside my land-lined telephone,… Read More

Do You Still Have Your Soul? (from the header of an email from a Kia dealer) Satan never tempted me, never made an offer, so I can't claim virtue, just a lack of opportunity. Who gets these offers? Does the Evil One recruit personally, or does he have a staff? Interns? Probably. Internships seem to… Read More