Silverfish, so many underfoot in our apartment that we float around all over the carpeting and hardwood floors without actually touching down They do all the heavy lifting around here They clip the dead heads on the roses outs

it begins as a tiny pea seething under my skin & etches thin lines a burning collection of lines & half-letters. the flesh around it burns dark matter black. a sprouting from the inside out, feels as flowering along the way, feels as grizzled mass pit in…

Have you ever dreamed that you were dreaming?

What is left me? The precise boredom of processing processed keys.

I would ask for your name/if your tongue wasn’t in my mouth.

Fat robins are chirping – loudly – at 4 a.m. They’re trying to delude the worms into thinking it’s dawn already The worms get up underground They’re grumpy, they bump into things They come up to the surface and Wham! That

My father diedand I replaced himI prepared myselfby playing a fatherto the children inmy school play—Peter PanIn the same play,in the second act,after the father was done, I was oneof Captain Hook's piratesWe battled the boy whowould never age andthe childrenI think…