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dulled nerves in my outermost extremities, tendons of tenderness, arms in the black marsh reaching out to me to carry me under or through. i taste the wax, submerge my skin in the bleak oil. it’s...


desire disguised as apathy for so long we forgot how to love each other openly. was it because we weren’t sure exactly what we wanted, just that we wanted it all, and so ferociously, that we buil...


4 days ago

you in white label poetry

“i guess that’s sort of a retroactive thanks for what i think you’re trying to do. i guess i won’t know until i hear it. still. i appreciate you, i just want it to be said.” thanks. thanks for th...


i tried to be direct; you demanded oblique answers. i tried the radial route; you pointed angrily to the center. we talk in concentric circles and i’m tired, so tired of skating figure eights to ...


“it seems like if you take me up on this offer, you’re getting the best deal,” you said, treating me like i was a convict working my way into a fucking plea bargain. i’ve never felt lower. fogros...


i don’t ever actually boil tea. it never lasts long enough for me to need it piping hot; just microwaving the water for two minutes and dropping the bag in is enough to get me through a cup suffi...


turn around, i said. we were lingering in a shortcut through a small park with a venetian fountain unsure of which direction to pick next. neither of us noticed right away, but there on the side ...


November 12, 2017

gravity demo in white label poetry

you resent me for being right for all the wrong things.


when you walked into the room, i made sure to play azari & iii’s “reckless (with your love).” i made no eye contact, or maybe we looked at each other the entire time and i made sure you knew ...


November 10, 2017

lightfish in white label poetry

i will let this hurt engulf me until there is nothing left. i will let the endless ocean swaths sweep my ribcage ash out to the sea from whence we all came, the hydrogen and oxygen and last gasp ...


to say that you were part of some “self-exploration” of mine and that changing my whole life has felt “gestural” to you is one of the most brazenly despicable things you’ve ever lied to yourself ...


i wanted to sleep next to you; you gave me a bed and a blanket for warmth. i wanted to wake up and shower with you to start the day; you left me with a shampoo bottle i had to return. i wanted to...


the coworker who sits directly in front of me was telling me recently about how he had a bad dream to start the week off. in the dream, he was sitting around with a bunch of new york italians pla...


the first time i woke up in the middle of the night, it was in a panic and i was running from an ex-girlfriend’s current husband because he discovered via an unknown friend whose name i knew at t...


do i say something about your yoga poses and the drinks i had ahead of you by days under burning emerald light in the basement? do i say i think about you every day and miss you horribly and wish...


you put a tear in the couch and never came back.


i awoke with a jolt well before daybreak from a nightmare that had something to do with pulling fist-sized spiders out of my coat pockets and remembering that i was remaining calm, explaining the...


i recently went to a reading by this polish author i’d never heard of until the afternoon of the event. it was at this bookstore up the street, the book sounded interesting, it was one of only fo...


it’s never that alcohol unshackles me, frees me, allows me to say what i really think; rather, it allows me to say more of what i really think — a crucial distinction it seems so easy to miss and...


not all villages are visible, or conscious.


September 22, 2017

orphic tidings in white label poetry

this is how she leaves you. this is why she left you. this is the rhythm. this is the lesser flight. this is the lower order of gemstones. this is the number you want. this is the green glass, th...


blankets like desire, i’m all soft piano pressing and heartbeat thump like i can hear everything in the vast expanse of my internal exile, the desert of destiny my parched soul strives to settle ...


“nearly every movie, every song and tv show and item of food reminds me of someone and it is a horrible way to live.” mary miller sneaks all kinds of aphorisms into the life i was already living ...


September 11, 2017

blinkering ellipses in white label poetry

i gave everything. i asked for something, anything. i got nothing. friends, right? friends. you don’t know how to be a friend.


out of the 40,000 or so moscow dogs, only a total idiot won’t know how to read the word “sausage.” but wring bulgakov’s words a bit, spike toward twin peaks and recant, recant, oh yes, here we ar...


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