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22 Dec 2014
I promise I've checked the math.
15 Dec 2014
who have built homes / in broken wombs
8 Dec 2014
Now, you say, he becomes a bear.
1 Dec 2014
your tears will etch lines of rust around your eyes— / do not polish them away
24 Nov 2014
With each moment, the baseline of your memories shifts
17 Nov 2014
Mine is not a beautiful hunger.
10 Nov 2014
my hare-heavy boat tilting into summer / all the way to the dry shore and the joyful leap
10 Nov 2014
my body burnished scales, a shawl of sparks over a story I have never told.
3 Nov 2014
We should find a heaven / and if it isn't, a city of brass
27 Oct 2014
the window closed, the sheets too close
20 Oct 2014
It was the new year / and you were hardly human yourself
13 Oct 2014
No, not aromatic. No, just single, not single-cell.
6 Oct 2014
Thus I saw you tread before, more shade than man
22 Sep 2014
There is nothing more monstrous in our gaze than a mirror.
15 Sep 2014
How those bows tackled under like ice.
8 Sep 2014
I bit you down / to bones
1 Sep 2014
metal body a metal body
25 Aug 2014
There are no leaves. There are only flies. And they notice you, noticing them.
18 Aug 2014
such play as / spawn or beer on working / days, or mouth to mouth
11 Aug 2014
indoor helmet / outdoor helmet
4 Aug 2014
in our absence, please negotiate a final settlement with the mole
28 Jul 2014
It's said she gave birth to the pigs but she couldn't because her husband didn't die until she became a witch until the sea
21 Jul 2014
We hadn't disliked the grandmother we'd had / But she was a wolf now
14 Jul 2014
Then the hallway / turned into / a car
7 Jul 2014
I reach into my nose and pull out a rainbow tapeworm / as a token of goodbye
30 Jun 2014
The mountain watches me, / the mountain trembles up and down
23 Jun 2014
It is the / shadow I have always thought is in the rooms
16 Jun 2014
that old disdain, like a mourning suit or a coronet
9 Jun 2014
so many hearts I can't tell which are yours
2 Jun 2014
Twenty-five centuries of space / and time trapped inside a library
26 May 2014
Purest thermodynamics, / they fall when cold, rise when warm, / buoyant as algae.
19 May 2014
Didn't our mother tell us not to talk to strangers? / but we enter anyway / into the smell of iron.
12 May 2014
Start small. / Tell him he is beautiful. / Tell her she is brave.
5 May 2014
There'll be the man at the gate. / Stand back, he'll say. / There's nothing to see.
28 Apr 2014
Winedark—winedrunk—wineblacked-out
21 Apr 2014
But vain hours later I'm inventing prayers of smoke and mirrors
14 Apr 2014
no foundation texts inscribed on her tall body / only her collar-bones in Shahr-e Sukhteh's dry ground
7 Apr 2014
to reassemble / the pieces
31 Mar 2014
I dream of women who vow / to keep their fire baskets full
24 Mar 2014
God's gift. Quotidian bounty / of salt-cold sand and tide
17 Mar 2014
They come for the glossolalia / Of the tongueless bells
10 Mar 2014
You say all these lies are mine?
3 Mar 2014
They have no hands. / They do no work
24 Feb 2014
I hold a star in my eye and a pistol in my hand.
24 Feb 2014
Tonight, we are [Ajax]. We die of pride by the sea.
24 Feb 2014
the first green of raw / almonds
24 Feb 2014
In dust-masks and coveralls, rustling, crouched / in your white forensic tent
24 Feb 2014
I found seashells in my cereal this morning
24 Feb 2014
dead teen folded on the tiny back seat
24 Feb 2014
breakfast: 70 boxes granola (no raisins)
24 Feb 2014
"Cactus?" Abby shrieks. / "This isn't going to be like that weird salad, is it?"
24 Feb 2014
They say you will be different, / having gone through death / before preservation
24 Feb 2014
I have never owned a crowbar.
17 Feb 2014
We are proud of the / real we have achieved.
10 Feb 2014
I thought, There’s a trick to this, / finding your lover / in the record of his step
3 Feb 2014
some reason to be a goose / other than just gooseness
27 Jan 2014
There is no sound.  It's drawing toward us in a wave; / blackness is putting out the stars of fire.
20 Jan 2014
My eyes grow tired of this shore. The air— / too much broom, apple, and dust.
13 Jan 2014
Later, syntax clogged and clotted, / wrecked my clean lines, pulsed / on the page distinct as inkblots. 
6 Jan 2014
He gives me sweets, / the young girl said, / her eyes watching the ground.