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  • While

    While we were kissing that year, the icebergs were sleeping,

  • The Silver Bullet

    When I wasn’t washing my hands, I remembered

  • Promiscuous and Thanking My Breasts

    Promiscuous is what my mother

  • A Canticle Rehearsal in The Temple and The Waters Do Not Return, Even to Meribà

    Oh, I am tired of my land,

  • Notnames at the Detroit Institute of the Arts and Hell Fuckin’ Yeah:  Smackdown vs. Raw

    At the Detroit Institute of the Arts the Caravaggio’s no

  • L’Heure Bleue

    Who was the first to say darkness “falls”?

  • On Lust

    I've outlived lust, or think I have.

  • Hanging the Dirty Laundry

    Father's ties were mother’s noose

  • Squirrel Hour

    The wind goes into the backyard pines,

  • Black Forest and Country Night

    Sometimes my mind goes back to certain things.

  • Found Poem: “Swelling Anti-Asian Violence: Who Is Being Attacked Where,” NYT, April 3, 2021 

    Queens | A 47-year-old man and his 10-year-old son

  • Physics & Green Room

    Was Jesus materializing inside a locked room