Don’t let me end up a mural on Bryant St. Sound of a cheap lighter heating a joint. Hiss like deep inhale from a fresh joint, large worries can be made small with a mouth. Large worries made small in Sunday’s mouth: aunties’ lips while they sing, victory is mine I dream and sing, victory,…
The Germans have a word for you—schnappsidee—an idea fueled by margaritas or shots of tequila or bottles of vino bianco or rosso, you know the ideas that maybe involve a road trip to Miami or California and you wake up in a parking lot in Mississippi or Delray Beach with a dead french fry stuck…
As a child, I hid to read your waves, nothing can lie in water. I wanted to peek through your wreckages, wrap your wind around my breath, I wanted to keep your sand, shells, and all your shores. The water’s reflection slowly peeled fear from my skin, women sang to the ships as if the…
We think we can find the beginning, the origin, the genesis. We look everywhere, the nativity is nowhere, Jesus is absent. The land is lost, it doesn’t speak these languages. The sea keeps its own history. We keep our own images of our bible, our Terra Santa. When you came you found what’s modern, what’s…
I figured if I studied enough, life would make sense so I skipped the games and the girls, ate lunch in a hurry and spent the afternoons in the library. On Saturday nights when everyone was out gunning their engines, I camped alone at the beach listening to the lap of waves and the chittering…
The oracles say the quiet part out loud. A wife is a machine of someone else’s dreams. To survive, you must drown a heart that wants to float, muscle atrophying in salt. Make an artifact out of your pain, a tribute to the girl you used to be. Ignore the hot pinch in your chest…
Was it madness that enabled you to fall into the ocean— if you were “dancing” on the rocks as I’ve been told, it could have been loss of balance—we say that of the mad don’t we, I can see each taunting lift of foot, the bitten hands flailing, I can, off East Haven more than…
1. They sleep on their shadows, long for no one, their speech drifts weightless through their lanes. Gold thread, fistfuls of barley, a jar of Aristaeus’s gold, an old woman’s needle, her pearly lace lining the harbor road. Taxis for Darnis awaiting passengers, Sudanese farmhands milling about, and into the bay, the sponge pickers go…
Like a pomegranate, I wore my garnets quietly. Nude lip, beige tongue. I took the shape of clouds passing by. I was a tool for divination—you used me to find water & blamed me when I drank. We dreaded you together. Still, I kept my smile on, even when you hid the key to my…
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