You get down to skin and bone
when you’re starving for approval...

As the sculptor strikes the stone...

It can be not taken...

Sometimes when I face-time...

I am romanticizing the air, savoring sunlight like food...

Wandering around the streets of a lower cityscape...

When they were buried, eggshell skins curdling...

Marc tells me that’s the dumbest thing he’s ever heard...

Before proceeding to the points...

A fear of movement, the smell of inert...

The future showed up uninvited, wearing my face...

I have nodded along through my life...

Wrangling an essay and still ending up...

A poem should have at least one good list...

In the beginning I was so young...

End of 2023 send-up finito...

Pages perform a production...

Wasserman & Clement hired Allison McDougal...

Frida Kahlo bled her heart up into black hills...

Is it good to be original and creative without knowing it...

I imagine we are there midst...