Reunion

what if we flip this crimson doubt release each expectation lark to skies refilled from looming drought would we still form a question mark beneath astonished flannel sheets our viscous whispers drench the dark forgotten hist'ry made complete would we still form a question mark If I'm omega hanging, high, above the finite point you …

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Quicksilver

Can I be your quicksilver—that slick Forever, that satiny poison you long to have near but are too afraid to taste? (Even the shadows under your feet radiate) And may the line you walk between the steel pillars of this city, the threads you lay on gum-speckled sidewalks, down regretful subway tracks, and over the rocking …

Tether

Cal noticed when I walked into the bakery. He wiped his hand on the black sky of his apron, and a shy smile had spread across his face before the doorbell finished chiming. The smears of flour at his hips made me think of sex. I decided to sit as far from where he was …

Calamine

I still feel that humid night on me. Back then our apartment perched above the sidewalk like a vulture; my head perched above my heart like a parrot. Just before you wedged that stupid laundry basket you use as a suitcase out the back door, you told me to stop messing with the frays of things, and I spent I don't …

errant army

the bright soldiers unarm me brash asters charm me hardly stable, full of will their starry lies sigh sorry frilly gifts mar me like Bacardi; it’s all thrill sharpened edges may harm me your errant army disarms me, alarms me still

Scrimshaw

I wanted to write you a poem about horseshoe crabs, how they are born on beaches, how they spend their lives sheltered, underwater, and only reemerge when they're old. They trudge across their grave, their chestnut lives etching wales into every grain of sand. Every beach is their archive, but I forget about your summer house—in Delaware of all places. …