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May 5, 2018

Walter walks with his fat wife

down to the riverbank

on very warm nights.

They carry a light blanket

and lie in the grass.

This July night the moon is full.

          “Walter,” says his wife,

          “The moon has been spurned


May 5, 2018

Walter’s lips are in continuous motion

his mouth is full of bright ideas

and his wife’s kisses.

He is working two jobs now

saving money to take his fat wife to Lagos

to dance the Nigerian Afro-beat at The Shrine.

Rain falls like a drum roll

on Walter’s umbrella.

The street—qui...

May 5, 2018

Noticing the absence of a lilac breeze

we spread our bellies over cool earth

mourn the dandelions’ death

their white ash clings against the barn

your duck takes lazy drags of slender weed

like a woman’s cigarette.

Onto our backs

I weave you a necklace of clover

while you tell...

May 5, 2018

                     Speak a new language

                     so that the world

                     will be a new world....

May 5, 2018

His fingers tampered with the remote control,

Evading the humiliation of calling for aid.

Each pressed button twinged his fragile thumb,

Paining him to drop the accursed item.

He did not bother to reach for it again,

But instead, he wipes his wrinkled brow,

And cleans his bi...

May 5, 2018

Age three.

with gangly legs like a doe you bounded

down hearing Mommy’s voice calling to you from the driveway

sticky juice fingers outreached

running down each step

and in the next flash you met the pavement

scratchy asphalt

jagging indents down your knee

you cry when you not...

May 5, 2018

  1. For the first few years of my twenties, I have felt a great need (but stronger), a pull (but stronger), an urgency to escape to the sea. The truest form of contentment I felt all last summer was the two weeks I spent waking up half a mile from the ocean. How can on...

May 5, 2018

Pink Leather slowly turning grey,

worn by years of pirouettes

on shiny, hardwood floors.

Tights run from continued use,

strings pulling out to form a spider web

of tattered holes down my legs.

Leaps that landed wrong,

form scrapes at my knees-

twisted ankles that lent me