Rebellious Joy
How do we claim the kind of joy that creates a rupture for passage through all the horror and despair?
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Read -
ReadThe Long Slow Suck, the Murk and Ooze
Everything I need to hear / the slug churns out / in its stream of glitter -
ReadNight Birds
Sirens wail all night on these streets / blanketed / (as in, humiliated) / by day’s hurried departure. -
Read“if I were some body, I would call new york” and other poems
and vomit all / my happy-hour alcohol / inside that earwaxed / manhole
