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Abecedarian Where Starlight is Sadness & Sadness is the Night

October 2, 2024
Already the universeblinks. Blinks like a    child ready to believe.Clear, capable. Holding this door open to letdreams in & touch their echo. This echo. Asking tofade, fade into evening, its mighty gusts. All this time wehave been by the sea. This water hushing us awake. Breathe it in: thisI. How in its small mind it...

On Stars, Habits & Spirits

October 2, 2024
Dear reader, I’m sorry to tell you most things arealready dead. & you & I have been much toosyllabic in our believing. Didn’t you know? Eventhe stars startle themselves. Tonight—this briefdictionary of light. Truth as it comes through in strongblinks of blue. Understand this: everything in this    reality is meant to be habitual. In the distancelies...

Faith

October 2, 2024
I believed in God.My debts were many.  I was always parkedin a damp backseat of flesh.No one kissed my neck,that supple giblet. My sin was beingunwanted until I was wanted,then my sin became more vascular.I believed because belief was labor,and labor more unassailable than love.Scuzzy incarnation, bone bag of hanker.When it comes to the beyond––its...

Sarapiquí

October 2, 2024
Crabs emerged from the beachat night, blue in aggregate.             Bats danced over our beds like ash            over fire.             When I cheered, the kingfisher            startled, dropped its dinner.                         A certain amount of discomfort                        was to be expected. I’m suggesting we deservedthe tributary’s clouds of mosquitos,             the cayman in the shallows            with its...

Lament of The Wounded Deer

October 2, 2024
                        — for Lauren— In my violet, I relive her pallid face in the casket,skin notably unpierced. Frida’s Wounded Deer,too, wanted relief, release from arrows. She fixed it above her headboard, told me & the deer her secretsas I laid in her friend’s bed after nights of cheap beer.In violet, I re-alive her pale face...

ON GROCERIES

October 2, 2024
Auntie they down here making nuggets and shit out of oxtails they’re just as high as when you left us higherthan that time you told me you had to rub your faceand body with snow to come down offa left hand cigarettesomebody had dipped in that shit and you didn’t know ityou told me you...

처녀귀신 Glossolalia

October 2, 2024
A gaggle of girls no olderthan ten find us, grip, tugat our dresses becausewe look like them, a little,where is my mother? one asks.Not here, we tell her—whereare our mothers? More crying,their little feet can’t helpbut patter  around.We wonder at their wanderingand while we don’t cry anymorebecause we already sobbed foolsof ourselves before dying,we’re wailing,...

The Last Time I Saw a 처녀귀신

October 2, 2024
Fresh out of a first kissshe drifted toward methe doorframe shrinkingher red pepper lips catchingthe dimmed light. I swearthis vision was justa dream but here I amthinking of my mother.How she warned menot to think of these maidenghosts because they werethe devil’s midnight brothelsbut here I am—I am.

Eulogy for Our 처녀귀신 Selves Every 28 Days

October 2, 2024
Vine-ripe tomatoes, grenadine filled water balloons, torn pomegranates— we squeeze these offerings between our thighs. We hold a trial, all of us naked, to see who can have the realest period. If we attend, we are accustomed to our gwishin lives, come to terms with why we’re here, how we died too pure, and the...

At the river there once was a glacier, now there are seashells

October 2, 2024
I’m always talking to my mother over my shoulder                                                                                      retracing steps along the riverbank                        gray with last season’s dust washed                                                                      up on the bankside clovers and ivies. Some days I hear sepia, green tea.                                        There it goes again says one of my mothers, the one

Mating Pairs

October 2, 2024
It was actually, actually my birthday. Barnacledto the ancient, spilt-drink dance floorwhen the queens hollered us celebrants upto the front, I shook with all my clothes on as I remembered how the penguins danced that morningin their enclosure. White sand and clear oceanwall-papered on the room’s walls, a little poolfor diving. Me in my good...

46Pd :: Fights! & Smites &! Repulsor Rays!

September 24, 2024
Romance it slant: the petawatt lasers & superspeed, rewire reflex & human fragility. A real Howard Hughes allegory: all jets, tuxedo, trumped-up tech never quite correct: that impending death is somewhat far- fetched: I’m not that toxic nor that dense. I shine galactic ballroom on the jetset, make the entrance as eminent catalyst for tragic...