Autopsy Report
My mother’s brain weighed 1420 grams.
No discernible measure for the gravity of her mind.
Her thoughts, heavy enough to crush her.
Cyanotic nail beds. General...
Wait For Me
Someday, when I have stopped feeling sad,I will tell you a story. About the helicopterspiraling into a skyscraper. About chin hairsplucked in...
October 31st, 1998
After our mothers turned into coyotes
& tore into the woods, moonlight silvering
their fresh furs, we sat on your porch
& instead of trading...
The Doing
The sun, having come,has now paled the veiland bronze, having cast,has tinted the sumps. Trees drag their flags,bag bursts of gusts.Plots of the landform...
MS Nocturne with Fuse, Crosshairs, and Irreparable Fissure
my brain’s a dirty bomb
lashed with lightning
a series of losses
my doctor makes
no promises
yet I cleave to
a needle...
