“The anguish of Sleep.”
Claude Cahun, self-portrait

TOMMY HILFIGER BREAK-UP
I fished out a pair of your underpants from behind the washer. A spider clung to the band. I set him free. What to do about your undies?…
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CHRIST without HRT becomes CIS. But Christ is spelled with HRT, and thus, Christ is not cis. Ergo: Christ was trans.
Secret and Hidden
The difference between secret and hidden.Let’s start with intentSecret is on purposeHidden may be squirreled awayBut often it is erasurelike the gaps in records that shapethe scope and…
One of You is My Mother
I was born from a gossip spittle /My diet consists of eating trees / Flesh /And undoing advancements /I am a newer Medusa /Born with the proper eyes…
Bathing
I am sinking, and there is a watch party of women who call themselvesmy kin placing bets on how good I’ll look at the bottom, or if the…
Female Friends
I watch Joyce fail to light a cigarette against the wind. Little sparks erupting then disappearing in an instant like dying fireflies kept in a jar. Her back…
fever dream
a fever dream or hallucination of a woman young sliding down ward in to dark ness until she hits awakens just as they pull her from the furnace…
AUTHORIAL VOICE
The writer, aware that the telling of certain stories in the third person might, by another writer, be handled effectively as neat confessionals, sometimes laments. It would be…
Excoriate Yourself
August 15, 1999: Densely were the belongings contained within Pauline’s cramped room. The shelves were stacked with the writings of such authors as Dworkin, Genet, and Freud, alongside…
Egg Punk
Don’t fuck with meI’ve got nineteen teeth(and they’re not even mine) I’ve got slapstickfeeling and rippedback- I’ve got a rhythmof sicknessand twodead cats. War I love you:I’ve learnt…
Viator
I miss your structure, your repeating lineHave you left me forever? Will I runLike a wild dog on fleet feet, yellow eyesTerror-filled, intelligent, all-knowing? Longing to count your…
TRAVELING COMPANION
Consciousness slips into my dreamsand imperceptibly awakes mebut the night leaves a message for meas I venture into daylight.My hand prods for a black coverednotebook. I ink down…
Candid Pessimist
tell me, how does one see pastthe incumbent colossus of dreadreflected on the lens of the camera,blackened with remembrance of the present,its thick and deceitful frame tell me,…
The Melancholy of the Sunset Overdrive
So that the Earthian skies are simply more than distance away from this grounded body, I feel the need to have my physical form consumed by evening light,…
burning haibun for penelope
in a far away time there is a mother, a wife, a daughter. beside her a son, a hero, a warrior. in some distant place his father, her…
Statues Can’t Breathe
I woke up this morning with a statuelying on my chest. Maybe it was one of the Roosevelts,or just a president, someone like that,he had a mask onand…
Some Borders Should Not Be Crossed
Lifting my head above a wall to peek at a Drive In Movie, I grab a wire, discovering pain in my fist. As I crawl under a fence…
REM Transport
The sleek white vans started to appear after 2 a.m., their bright hoods flashing like teeth under the string of streetlights. The whir of the vehicles that of…
On the Crooked Path
There is no need to hide my cock,to compress it, regret it, to tie it upin a knot—to sleep in a bed too small,to wear heels or a…
Three Poems
ARACHNID A Naiad ran an acaciaranch in a candid cardiacad. An anarchic arch-cad, Ihid rind in hard china chain.Acid rain char’d cicada. I add: nadir + nadir.I ran…
Nocturne
I died in a dream last night but roseagain when I rose again, I guess – Irose at dawn as usual, light rarelylets me sleep, and got dressed…
A New Haunting
She had been haunted like this in ceaseless cycles. Her body hadn’t been hers for a while. But the thought of disassembling, fiber and atom ripped to fragments,…
Faults
You were born into chaos before it became your shadow. You learned that your first heartbreak didn’t unequivocally break you, it just prepared you for the future. You…