here’s the space i carry. here’s the space that’s empty. • this our sunken sweet parade
so let’s talk then about unruliness / how it defies the joys of order & everything / that’s missed.
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ReadEnough Rain
Quail rise in ruffles from the sage. / Pebbles I scraped into my knee look / like they belong there. -
ReadIn Bad Faith
Elsewhere a bell rings /medieval in its calling and here / I fumble for a reliquary -
ReadNo One is Taking the Doughnut Shortage Seriously (and all that that implies)
— or the ketchup packet one / over in the adjacent deli, the dearth of good strawberries / in produce. -
ReadThis disappearing, how it makes • thread/bare
house become island, as inland pushes out / land. Outlandish, you say, this push and pull— -
ReadI want my story to be ordinary.
I / am ruined / how could I / ever leave / this wound -
ReadThe Coop in August • The Last One to Get the Message
The form asks for / my job. Stay-at-home-parent, / a response given by the dozen, / lands wrong these months. -
ReadMatrilineage [Recovered]
I came / I was culled -
ReadReliable Supply
My fifteen dozen eggs––compulsive purchase of inherited scarcity––are delivered in blue cardboard honeycomb. -
ReadDear Memphis poems
Do you get jealous? / Here, I walk / sweatless in the sunlight / and no one tries / to fry an egg on the sidewalk. -
Read“Xenophobia” and other poems
I am quick to enter when you’re gone, freeze at your alarm. I gave up knocking long ago. -
Read“all dreaming as amputation” and other poems
on this shore, there is a body with an arm cut. / i fumble with the forsythia, that nudge of spring -
ReadRelated to Rhythm: Three Poems
what power is in my hands / my hands be power, be power, / my power is in what hands, my what / is power in whose hands. -
ReadProducts of a Revolution
In 1973 a black boy / was murdered on / my Mother’s birthday -
ReadThe Long Slow Suck, the Murk and Ooze
Everything I need to hear / the slug churns out / in its stream of glitter