In Bowman Hall, the radiator knocks through Ethics. We underline justice until the word goes pale. Snow locks down North Adams by four. On Main Street, the old bank’s doorway holds a man folded into himself, coat stiff with ice. My phone vibrates. Breaking news. I silence it because class has started. Participation counts. On the screen: William Butler Yeats. “We make, out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric…” Later, we polish John Rawls like silver. Behind the veil, everyth

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crack my head open against the fucking curb like a water-doused acorn underfoot so I can finally feel my brain vomit ● regurgitate– do the thing nobody knows anything about floating pile of fat in a bowl of juicy mucus ● there’s a leak– spill it over the page– cerebrospinal fluid– don’t taste the salt water or they’ll tap your spine like maple trees ● i used to drink the Atlantic until i would be sick from the salt kidney can’t process dehydrated mucus pile ● i used to drink

Ripping and tearing my clothes away It stands over me Until I am naked and sobbing My body is of no use to it It stares at me Pointedly, Knowingly, Pityingly I am heaving as my tears flood It pins me As I drown in my own secretions “If you would just take better care of yourself” It says to me While my body stays of no use

Remember the bell toll Remember the wave crash And the sound of gargoyles And the smell of new toys It’s in the trees It’s in my heart It’s in heaven (now) Eyelid umbilical [to] your vision Seashell as an obvious womb Seashell as dinnerplates Seashell as cake knife The blue quickly died into -dualities yellow, excrete Kill themselves and die alone on themselves Earth, trillions of miles from home, in Opera(ting),

There's been something brisk about this summer--- and the chill has called me, asking: why didn't I go to the waterfall even once this season? When did I become so afraid of the cold and running water? Is the water cold? I used to think about sleeping in the crescent patch of a river, a moment under spring, soothed to death by slowness and cold, could you, tell me, is the water--- ? Why didn't everything I ever wanted to happen happen? I'd given up so many of chances for you,

In a garden of affection, you've sown your seeds I rock in anticipation, eager to see the flower birthed Will it be a decadent daisy? Or a cruel cardinal. You shower them with kisses They bask in your warmth Your touch is all they need to prosper We're alike in that way. They begin to wither with your wrath Shrivel at your screams They pull their roots from the soil, eager to escape. But when they hear your lullaby, it's as though your harm has ceased. They yet not know their

every second that i’m wasting, waiting on my wallow i’m regressing, second-guessing no longer an olive tree just a willow all weepy and hollow when did i slip through your grasp, Apollo my skin is cracked and broken, my crocodile lover for now that i’ve noticed you i don’t think there is any chance that i could ever recover i am eternally in an evermore of ignorant darkness and gloom the thoughts in my head are only growing pains mushrooming until they’ve lost all of the fire