Sunday, August 2, 2020


I think in some way,
we all wanted to disappear,
like at the bottom of the Snellen,

substantial but withering,

and with deliberate reason to go South—

Saturday, August 1, 2020

Yes, You, So

We’re the worst,

and I feel like you were looking for more,
for adjectives,
for a defining moment,
for an explanation,

but no—

none of that was going to happen,
because that requires competence—

Friday, July 31, 2020


I waited, waited, waited—

until the last minute—

until everything and everyone,
and every bag of flour was spoken for,

even if we didn’t have our limbs,
or our nodules,

even then,
even then.

Thursday, July 30, 2020

Four Corners

My head and my neck,

there were things that didn’t need changing,
and then there was more—

more to be said,
ironed out—

like a box—

a big one,
but maybe the right one—

Wednesday, July 29, 2020

Tray, Once Over

We can’t do much from the candy,
and I wanted badly to be elsewhere—

and I wanted to look better,
be better

and we all looked the other way,

until we couldn’t—

Tuesday, July 28, 2020

Zero Summary

We weren’t like this,

and I was going to leave my breath,
and my patience,

what was left of it,
at that—

Monday, July 27, 2020

Plotting, Vol. III

Near the ends,
with the fraud,
and the disheveled runways,

and the weeds,
and the fissures goth dying tar,

it was all so final,

until another day would come,
and another one of her,
and him

and we would take out our yard sticks,

and we would take out our noses,
and we would think high,

to the clarions,
or at least until five—

The Yard Sign

No one,
and I mean no one,
wanted to see this—

and I could count them on a hand,
sort of,
kind of—

that was possible,

and I could do more—

but I didn’t,
because I was figuring out what was left for me

Saturday, July 25, 2020


At home,
I wish I could have been better than this—

but there was no ruler,
no measurement,
no nothing—

and nowhere to look,
to try and describe things as the future—

Friday, July 24, 2020

Inward and Pawn

Trade up,

they said,

It’s worth it,
believe me,

they said,

You won’t regret it,
we promise,

they said—

So I did,

for me—

2020, Midway


it does matter—

it absolutely fucking does matter—

and I’m not going to force you to care,

but I am going to require that you listen—
and I was scared—

so I would ask that you let me show you that,
and then quietly move away—

Wednesday, July 22, 2020

Three Shelves

Just. Crack. One.



don’t have to pretend —



can rest easy —

So we can leave it all be.