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It’s Not the Body’s Fault 

October 16, 2025
but yours is where the ache resides, site of a thousand delicate  harms—soft of a cheek on the soft of a cheek—and hers  a door upon which you try and try not to knock. Yes,  remembering hurts, though you won’t indict the jaw, skin  of the wrist, belly or its button, little hollow where the tongue  in your mind still...

Uncomfortable Depths

October 16, 2025
        a found poem: L.M. Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables I’ve heard the world is lovely—  that it’s ever green and splendid—  but despair like ice blooms  in winter-time and so I just remember  dear cheerful mornings while feeling  haunted by the brook  up near the orchard— I can hear it  laughing at me. It hurts to always be  sad—to have loved and wanted  everything. 

The eulogy I didn't give (XVI)

October 16, 2025
Sad, so I think of my dead dog Sasha,and Josh’s dead dog Gracie, and living dogs and catsdoing dog and cat things and people doing people thingslike laughing at the Steven Wright joke: if you believein telekinesis, please raise my hand. I’ve been accusedof joking in poems but any funny stuff I’ve writtenis serious, like...

LA NETA
{([IN SHORT)]} 

October 16, 2025
u have a right to ur own mind  bar bar bar barbarian  how bout we play it by ear  this is where the magic happens  all my words r safe words  tu tanga ‘ta borracha  i’m a panties man myself  so jock off  omelette  ,  ,  i eat u w/ onion’n’apple  it’s the kind of thing u say isn’t it  & there’s plenty more where that came from  little ignorance  ,  ,  lottsa bliss  capital...

CHUBBY BUNNY
( MUÉSTRAME LA PRUEBA ) 

October 16, 2025
you win some you lose some  fear not elf ears  quasimodo knows  it’s what’s on the inside that counts  but have it your way ( guëy )  a case of apples & oranges  see this bird in a nest  deleted with the click of a button  like       a post       or a person  the problem is...

December, Guarded by Grandmothers

October 16, 2025
Graceful bookends, one of you arriving on the crown of December,  the other on the tip of its tail.  Watchful guardians of the door, binders of wanderings. Near anagrams for smother-danger.   Spellcasters with cut-glass shakers:  dusty pepper, rice-studded salt, meat tenderizer for jellyfish stings.  Your beloved faces repainted in compact mirrors, curls quickly marshaled in plate glass.  Eyes hardened to fox-points reflected in rear-views to halt a backseat’s nonsense. ...

In Her Nightgown, a Pantoum

October 16, 2025
In memoriam: children of war My mother in her nightgown melts into blackout night.Her face swallowed by my father’s silhouette, the candleflickering. Air raids sound like children falling from rooftops.Our eyes, pinholes; our spines pulse to terror’s thump. My mother’s face veiled by my father’s, the candle caststwo ghosts—no arms to hold, no hands to...

Above the Ruins

October 16, 2025
I wore my first lipstick at fourteen—blood-red. Heart-scar.Breasts still budding. I watched dead wrensdrift on a marsh, minnows gnawing at their meat. Once, Mother and I fled on foot for days. She returnedalone. I walked the earth solo. My body, shards in a sac—anorexia, a rattler of bones. A lover-nemesis. Each time I left with two...

Sonnet: Against the Gown

October 16, 2025
I refused the wedding gown—a shroud with eyeletsfor borrowed breath, sequins flickering like my mother’sband, misplaced, dulled to moonlight, platinumdrab as rubble, deftly needled. She vowed to loveand cherish, then to drown—prone in wet sand.Her dowry: a curler, a pack of pins, a posterof Vivien Leigh from Gone with the Wind. No Tarain Tehran. No...

Chicken Thicket

October 16, 2025
“Imaginative geography and history help the mind to intensifyits own sense of self by dramatizing the distance and differencebetween what is close to it and what is far away.” — Edward Said, Orientalism It’s all lacquer, spackleoff the tongue, spitshine words,watch them become reflections of somethingfar from themselves. Do you feel me? I’m askingwhat you do...

Can a Squirrel Get Some Peace?

October 16, 2025
The wind jangles dogwood petals down like mottled rain, and you are unimpressed. Aim your treacle eyes akimbo at passersby and taunt a sticky swim in your malaise. Sure, you could ride the April dither like a feather. You get down with the bumbeat grackles that treep treep their trill musings up the branches, and...

Artificiality

October 16, 2025
The marketing meeting recommends we consult with the robots and the robots recommend we take action when it comes to strategy and the strategy recommends we rollout and the rollout recommends we pump the brakes and lean in to the activation campaign and the activation campaign recommends we consult with the robots and the robots recommend we check with our bosses before making any drastic decisions and our bosses ask...