after Federico García Lorca / after Conor O’Callaghan no one led me to the river & I was not a virgin because I had a husband & you those long weekends in Mobile I should have stayed the street lights weren’t on yet as I parked at the restaurant […]
I created you in dreams I created you from nothing but dreams and your blood coursing through me was silent and my mother offered me fragments of her memory of you I created you in the name of the father and the son and the holy spirit I created you in the […]
Take what you can get without complaint. Pluck the meat from other lives. Snatch the sky-blue robin’s egg. No one likes your throaty caw. Drown out the songbirds. Pick the trash. Swallow the discarded. Look at your wings in the sunlight, iridescent. Find what shines. Snag it. Lift it to the gods.
BEGET sounds less like giving and more like getting: getting the kids straight, getting in that tail, getting that narrow black ass. 2 As a child, I get got for getting out of hand or getting smart. Gotta get the belt myself, gotta put it in my dad’s firm fat fist. 3 You […]
Cut like the Universe, like Fibonacci numbers: pineapple fruitlets, flowering artichokes, the whorls of new leaves emerging from their stately petioles; like order and structure, too beautiful to taint with analyses of why and how; like the voluptuous curves of seashells, the manner in which they achieve self-engineered, curvy perfection; like rows of eyebrows on […]
Sitting here drinking coffee makes me shaky, hasty for the minute in the hour of the day when the three year old redhead with the mona lisa smile in the picture atop an unadorned table just off to the side of my unmade bed walks in with inscrutable calm, the origins of which disarm me […]