Picture civilizations like sparse swarms of fireflies, space/time like the evening air in which they’re suspended. Each bug flashes independently, never simultaneously, randomly announcing itself without regard for its distance from another or for the duration of its light. That one there! That one is us! Doesn’t it lately seem a foregone conclusion that the…
for Anna Maria Hong The master believes himself superior to his slaves. He desires comfort. He considers security and prosperity his birthrights. He prefers to ignore the labor required to create his luxurious world. He often fails to acknowledge the extravagance of his environment by comparing it unfavorably to the surroundings of more prosperous…
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Too easy, perhaps, to romanticize your behavior by comparing it to natural phenomena. Yes, the bird may land on the branch out of instinct, without thinking (though who can know for sure). The human being chooses to love based on a hodgepodge of past experiences—a sense of humor, shared values, similar tastes, compatibility, even combativeness….
I think, if I could, I’d be anything else in this world. Mimosa pudica, my leaves closing when touched. I’d go back to 1729, take for shelter the awful crypt Master kept me in with only enough water to last between his visits, during which he spoke not to me but about…
after Claude McKay & what’s the world to carve into your tombstone then? Here lies a man, twenty-seven years old. He died but he ain’t no punk. He was one knife slicing, shit- talkin’ wick. The most lit sonofabitch who’s ever lived. He slept with Smith & Wessons under silk pillowcases. Here lies a…
with lines from D. A. Powell We unyoke owl pellets from marrow in desert meadow. His mouth pigeon eye, a torch, womb turned flower. He, still a boy, dug from cactus skull. Undress into bark beetles. He unlearns how to hold a fist with my hand. Bursts into dandelion seeds. We…
I. It’s entirely up to me to remember what you said. But all I recall is water, flour, strained yolk adding up to something beaten and inedible. I placed my ear to your stomach, where excess warmth gathers in the name of the body’s clandestine ritual of diminishment. I’d crouch at your feet in the…
I got a carousel of carved horses: pastel pinks, blues, greens safely the most beautiful toy our garden apartment had ever seen And Grandma Shine gave my brother a flashlight that resembled a roll of Lifesavers And he was quiet a moment before he began to whisper about the beauty of his Lifesavers…
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