—after John Ashbery The city dealt the peninsula a zoo, widening trails for joggers to get sidetracked. Clouds of arsenic stacked up at the hips of docks, sifted into furrows leaching into leeks and parsley. How is this double-talk, following your margin of error to hold on to a passing scent on congested walks where we shuffle to miss each… Read more →
—after John Ashbery As long as the soft touch of the Pacific bellies up tufts on yonder cliffs and the Philippine plate rumbles skyward he says he’ll take the family out of familiar as boarding schools and long commutes left only tablet time aboard tour buses bounding inland— caves to native hunting grounds, ravines following erosion to the source: long… Read more →
In my dog brain I am easily loved or mauled. In my dog brain I sense I’m sealed inside something metal, air temperature rising. my I-ness keeps sloughing The subject’s position : kennel, wire door, bloodflecked. hyper vigilant I can feel (a whisper along my nerves) the apex predator circling.