1 Be it enacted by the Legislature of the State of Arizona:
1 Be it a naked leg a slow oar of dust taut over
2 Section 1. Intent
2 a canyon tent
Read MoreNaturally, I was an herbivore, one of the gentle giants with four or more hearts and a placid expression I carried even to the end.
Read MoreThat the insipid rain keeps falling.
That no room fills with light the same way twice.
That sin glistens like oil in a shallow dish.
I’m no good at talking to people
but I’m even worse talking to animals.
Shoulders slung high & tight, collarbone snared
between neck & arm, you rock back, hot snare
popped before the bass, & sing. What god snared
After floating from dive bar to dive bar
a windblown hamburger wrapper
Tom rests finally
in a graveyard on the outskirts of Seattle
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Dear Warrant’s “Cherry Pie”: Congratulations on being named the 56th-best rock song of all time. I’m super excited for you!
The doctor tells us that I need
to learn how to cut into
my own skin
I believe in a thing called war—
Huh. Yeah. What is every morning?
Some say play dead, some say tourniquet.
I say childhood. Remember lying so still beneath the tree you chose, the birds came back?
Wondering whether you’d be forgotten?
We’d say I love you, but not
in a gay way. High school
boys, we’d only touch
Your desire is a boat and I know it. Curvature of wood and the tense sides of solid to water. It seems simple: you set out, you take a boat. But, the floating, oh, it’s magic. Gliding, like the wail of a voice.
Read MoreThe four ugliest children in Christendom do not
date, eat in public, gossip, talk on the phone, hang-out.
They breathe with their mouths open, wheezing
One brother made my elbows,
the other my knees.
They struck until
Hey you
in the aggravated suit: Did you ever steal
something? And I mean something. Something
i.
My lover & I need
to cross a bridge.
It is chained closed
for the night. My lover
climbs over leaves me
to hunt antelope
once a stiletto stitched a stab wound
on the underside of my heart
when it finally grew hair again, no one could see the scar
But he’s lying—
no longer will dawn
be a sparkling hush