Poetry

the way the light does the cells inside the skin or as the water does deep inside the vein of the leaf, alone in the oblong tub my toe turned the tap, newly wed to this interior. It was the year we touched no one but each other night after night, season after season, and…

This was the summer of kitchen stove burners full of tin foil, my family’s women circling esfand smoke around the house.     Our neighbor Mike was still a decade away from raping a woman. I still knew nothing of the pocketed jewelry, the body left for dead.     I still rode bikes to…

—after Bobby Chacon   only criminals                      fight for money           are committed                     to this thing to get money                                         to get enough                     to serve seven years                               & I’ve paid                           & I didn’t have the money                              the kids                               for my crimes     if I didn’t have                   to serve to get money                     my family                               I’d…

after Bobby Chacon   that’s all it was                                         just fighting   out of my head                                         doing whatever   it took to reach him                                         there was no real plan   it was whatever it took                                         fighting him was it   all fighting no head                                         just to reach that’s all   no head just doing                                         my plan…

after Bobby Chacon     it’s with you all the time like a wife it will know if you don’t treat it right but if you treat it right it can be good like a wife it’s with you all the time you treat her right you know if you don’t treat her right a…

The self I am today. Involves me. As a lake. Involves. Its cattails. It bears me. Tolerates. My cotton.   I would prefer. Not. To be outlived. By anyone.   I reserve the right. To refuse. Enchantment.   The fables I tell. Always end. Wrong. The good archer. Dead. By a stream.   By a…

Here is one:             Try to be more than merely good   Here is another:             تلاش ناکافی است   Of the others, I know mostly cuisine—soufflé, berbere, tamale.   □                       It’s delicious,                     being so governed                     by the primacy                     of my tongue.   □                       Snips                               and snails.   □             There was an…

language is a moving belt words slide along and you grab what you need sometimes you miss please and settle for now sometimes you need both fog and steam every you can be plural the language affords us this it’s easy to mistake intensity for intimacy once I read a story that was all silence…