Poems
“I read the line over and over / as if I might discern / the little fires set / the flames of an idea licking the page”
“Illumination,” Natasha Trethewey
Warp & Weft: Surrender Betsy, Ms. Ross
Warp & Weft: Surrender Betsy, Ms. Ross Deep winter. Quiet at its lowest frequency. You are founding a religion with your rage. Rage threads the needle, rage snaps the thread, rage unspools your patriotic intentions. You are knitting beneath bald trees with their...
“The Classroom,” “Gettysburg” & “The Emptiness of Evening”
The Classroom I talk about peace, love, and understanding with the college students taking classes between work shifts and day care and paying the rent. They teach me what resting bitch face means and what it looks like and how to accurately use phrases from current...
“Even Though We’re No Longer Together,” “Future Fate” & “Tomato”
Even Though We’re No Longer Together I still calculate the time difference, still do the backward math to determine if you’re awake, if you’ve read my text, if you’re at work or at the gym. I still remember the solid weight of you in my bed, the way you reached for me...
“Survivor’s Guide to Grief,” “Who’s with Me” & “Little 24”
Survivor’s Guide to Grief, Loss, Bereavement, Life-Imploding Tragedies, and Various Other Kinds of Human Suffering (Abridged) Eliminate action verbs Say deceased not dead Don’t think that you’ll ever remodel the kitchen Even with the modifications to your diet, the...
“Canon,” “Rent,” & “Sol Revenge”
Canon In galleries and museums for the educated masses pieces of refinement are studiously put on display. Remnants of the ancient world, the middle world, the enlightened world, the postmodern world, shoved under spotlights and protective glass. Depictions of past...
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