A sudden blow: the great wings beating still Above the staggering girl, her thighs caressed By the dark webs, her nape caught in his bill, He holds her helpless breast upon his breast.
How can those terrified vague fingers push The feathered glory from her...
God come on stop cutting me out of your photos God stop dragging the mouse around my shopworn body like a chalk outline then clicking fill with background God I know
that times are tight I know you only made one death per person I’m sorry to...
Oh no, I didn’t mean to believe in the infinite. Now I’m gripping the hand -lebars like shoulder blades. I’m fucked. The trees, an unfortunate Thanksgiving table packed with hot-headed aunts. I’m already drunk, the wind flossing my tears. What if I never had another thought?...
Those lips that Love’s own hand did make Breathed forth the sound that said “I hate” To me that languished for her sake; But when she saw my woeful state, Straight in her heart did mercy come, Chiding that tongue that ever sweet Was used in...
anak like a sigh born every day ilong lead by scent and know-how tanong asking questions about the world sayaw like how dance that comes from joy sayang can sway so close to sorrow bayan how shame could be an entire country pinto or an open-doored question kailangan needing, needful, and needless ilaw illuminating a path ikaw to you,...
It is abominable, unquenchable by touch, closer to the sublime than sentimental, more animal than hominid, I’ve seen it in the eyes of birds weaving on a stem of ragweed, voracious, singular, there is no one like me, Dickinson in her narrow bed, her cold...
I met a man a dying man and I said me too. Met a dead man and I said me too. Must be dead cuz the living can’t meet the dead and he said me too. Did you know the dead can fall in...
Intimacy unhinged, unpaddocked me. I didn’t want it. Believe me, I didn’t want it anymore. Who in their right mind? And then it came like an ice cream truck with its weird tinkling music, its sweet frost. I fled to the shore and saw...
We can infer his long since looted head with eyes like curated hail. And that his chest is still benumbed by empire from above, as if a morgue, in his glare, now canonized,
fires an arctic solstice. Otherwise, the pocked tits could not oppress you,...
She texts me and I light up like the neon frame of the jukebox in this closed bar. I walk the parking lot. Only a Christmas tree witnesses me so I get in my...
Wherein are words sublime or noble? What Invests one speech with haloed eminence, Makes it the sesame for all doors shut, Yet in its like sees but impertinence? Is it the hue? Is it the cast of eye, The curve of lip or Asiatic breath, Which...