tell me the storythe story of how you survivedshe said
from this windowstucco and stonespread out across blanched landscapetumbledown to the seaholding their ownthese buildings…
as i walk awayremind mewhat is it that you think you're doingwhen you're doing this
boxed inreflectingblack white brown greyall of the things which will not staynot that i would want them towhat would i beafter allwere i to…
it is vastand there are flowerspreeningshowing offopeningfor the sunsuchsimplebeautiesno longer satisfyi move onpast the flowers and into…
does this change something?
this outlinethis coloringthis faux patina
it should be a crime when a dream dies
coldly tossedonto sketchy linoleumonto lawns iced over by nightonto concrete…
such an average thing
a poem for jamal khashoggi
he does not dienot the way you’d expectwhen you’ve tidied upthe crime sceneat…
are you proudboywanna hold a little marchto reassert your dominanceboywith your hipster beard and tattoosno one sees you comingbut i doboy…