The lion? They had to put it down, or so was the judgment of counsel, who even came by to see it, cupped on the floor of its enclosure in equal communion with its red medicine ball abandoned in the grass. The fire in its fur made furious shapes from which its dark eyes were […]
There’s a sort of silence, call it cancer. Call it rabbit pelts, bellies stuck with olive switches. There’s a soft-spot, just behind the ear. Hatchet that birthmark and you can swallow someone whole. Us sons have bits of daddy-skull for adam’s apples. Some say the gravesite has my eyes, that I come from a family […]
is to take your cast from the atelier to the foundry, to let someone else heat the bronze so hot his skin— not yours—might melt as he fills the hollow mold, so that what remains is something you once touched and never touched.
rook takes knight, paw knocks lock. or hiccup of smoke & covered in paint, violet. very fond. returns goodbye hugs for store credit. then again, touches on noses & we could meet strangers by pouring fifteen to twenty percent of our body weight onto them—if we are / have bodies—& this would require not talking, […]
I didn’t face my God down daily or ever. I let him go like the bowl that left my hands as I dried it—its white shards spread out, aligning into new constellations on the floor. Nothing could have stopped it.
May your house be full of tiny chameleons. May you keep bamboo floors in the wake of the flood. May the whales change their throats and ears just for the hearing of your song, and so become deaf to the songs of all other whales. My mother says she’s never felt degendered by math. Oh, […]