The Bar Where We Met Is Closing

forever which means we are the ghostsI always knew we were.What haunts me is that I am certainthat everything that has ever happenedthat everything that will ever happenis happening right now. When I order a drink, I am being named.When you slip me your number, I am carrying your ashesin my purse through the streets of Rome.To preserve the body of an animal you lovefirst…

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This is The Poem I Always Wanted to Write

This is the poem I always wanted to writeAbout trees and precipices and the PacificCoast in the state of Oregon, about momWho loved dad who passed away when itWas too early to know what fatherhood is,About how the individual doesn’t exist,Luis, whoever he is, you, whoever you are,It would be easier to dream our faces away This is the poem I always wanted to writeAbout…

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“THE SKYLINE IS TWO GAZES LONG” & “NEW TAMPA”

Driving home from the coast with sea spongesand sand in your hair, we don’t yet know how to die. THE SKYLINE IS TWO GAZES LONG Driving home from the coast with sea sponges and sand in your hair, we don’t yet know how to die. We don’t yet understand the languid metaphor of a sunset, someone saying goodbye and really when we cut these jeans…

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