But by then, my hand, moved by such
sudden peace, might panic and smother
your otherwise cool breast, keep
its eager, swollen eye from seeing
this world.
All in Poetry
But by then, my hand, moved by such
sudden peace, might panic and smother
your otherwise cool breast, keep
its eager, swollen eye from seeing
this world.
I have to ask myself what children do
ask my students what they do
add some nostalgic twists
like the ending of cassette tapes,
the introduction of CDs and dial up internet
and voila: my childhood
You have fought for so long that you can recognize the warrior
in water. No part of it is soft but it is not harsh. You are powerless,
enveloped and entered. You are sinking and you are bodiless.
A boy wakes up in the middle of the night with nothing
but the shirt on his back and the crayon in his pocket. It’s 1979.
There are no cell phones, no computers, no VCRs, no cable.
Just the illusion of freedom, raw talent, and time to kill.
people who follow directions
brown skin
people who don’t follow directions
brown skin
Would he know he was living in the universe
where no one plays fair
where the prom queens
and cheerleaders die?
and I want to return your affection for a moment
to the small girl who peers into the spin
cycle of her mother's washing, who loves the movement
of clothes against the quick circumference within
My neighbor once told me that when you put a dog down you will want to walk
into the nearest intersection and of course that is true. Not many know the sound
of a skull being crushed but there are some people who know.
More protests are followed by threats.
Threats are followed my tear gas.
Tear gas is followed by rubber bullets.
Rubber bullets are followed by real bullets.
But when you look up again
mandible gears collapse the door,
and the nurse steps into the space
behind the light.
her lips curl around the candy red-striped straw like they would curl around any straw; in a pouty lip-gloss pucker (get your head out of the gutter!). or maybe sex was a 50s invention altogether, when the storks went on strike.
The laws of physics dictate that a compound can not
change from one form to another.
Certainly there must have been warrants out for my arrest.
Bigfoot is just speculation
but then again so is the clitoris.
Like just because Kyle
treats your body like a labyrinth
doesn’t mean it is
He’s going
to scrub, save two lives, plugging his ears
to muffle the somber music of Man cutting into Woman
Fist out of mouth, design absent alignment
when four lanes strip to one and then none
paved a stoned passenger’s premature exit.
nobody left at the playground
the afternoon
just burning
through your fingers
like a cigarette
My bisexuality is like my eyeball,
as in, I can’t see it
but everyone in high school could,
like I didn’t use a mirror ‘til I was 19
loving you then
was peeing my pants at a joke:
sure, i was
a little embarrassed
but i couldn’t help it.
Will these neglected letters bruise?
He can’t bear read what they said.
The dead decay—unable to move
let my posts and selfies
decay like every other
stretch of skin
on this algorithm.