Cistern
In every raindrop,a ghost.
In every ghost,a throat,
emptied. What drains:a body, tide by
tide—appetite,then thirst.
Air scissors throughto trickle.
Her current runsthrough me,
then salt
in my mouth, ears.In every...
Little Knife
After Keorapetse Kgositsile
All childlike tenderness, and slender flesh
worked to a toughness like stone. Muscles
like rolling hills, scenes
Schumann could find
no solace in. We made...
harvest
my father stops calling me honeybecause boys are not sweet
they are gravel spilling out of open mouthson the playground
and when i start looking more...
Ecological Observations on Growth
Is birth only a rupturing of surfaces?
Sprouts from abandoned coconuts,hoisting pinnate leaves, an abacusto measure my absence from home.The mango...
