- “Personal Ad #2 (Aulophobia)” Wyvern Lit
Even the way he walked / flaunted notes of fancy music
If you write me a letter / describe your favorite bird
I like the smell of gasoline and coffee, / things that get me / from one place to another
- “Rotten Fruit Romantic” Mixtape Methodology
There is something wrong with the clouds, / and now my day is ruined
- “Personal Ad #6 (If the World was Wax, I’d Melt it and Start from Scratch)” Mixtape Methodology
Why is it though / passion wields itself like a gun
- “Between Panic & Desire the Blades of Our Bodies” Barely South Review
Forget that // tame is another word / for broken
- “What We Know Like a Bruise of Memory” Mouth & Mouth Magazine
Some nights you are on your knees. / Other nights I am. Teach me, I beg
a hummingbird // with strangle marks / most call // ruby-throated
- “Deep Wound Singing” Water~Stone Review
and although she bled, she thanks him for it
- “The Note” Poetry Midwest
as if you had always been gone / as if I had always been afraid
- “Cure for a Horse on Fire” cream city review
What little I know of love / begins and ends // with limbs in a panic, / a hiss in the darkness
- “Personal Ad #1 (Pairs Only Matter in Poker)” Four Way Review
There never was a happy face
when we meet / I will fuck you / so moderately you will not want to call. / But you will
- “Personal Ad #4 (Once I Lost Sleep the World Made Sense)” The Journal
Fight teeth with teeth, / no one ever said
I’ve been known to throw eggs off my balcony. / Sometimes absurdity is the best antidote / for the world’s poison
I been told I’m the best kisser / by both genders
Do you like bonfires? / Do you say fireflies or lightning bugs? / Your answers will matter; I’m that type of person
- “Boil” Gulf Stream
I know things
- “Desire & Black Holes” Popcorn Farm
I just want to tell her // about desire / and black holes, how each sucks / everything in
Longing is a universal language
- “My Affair with Mona Lisa” Superstition Review
But still I keep painting / as if stains hold me together
- “The Owners, the Animals” 42opus
what we thought / was tame would unavoidably turn // brutal and against us
- “Fishing in the Time Stream” Tattoo Highway
the old man basks like a fish / beheaded, gills opening & closing / as if still swimming
- “Men Who Pay For Sex” Muzzle Magazine
Whatever sadness drives men / to pay for sex // I don’t possess
- “Cholera, Drowning, and the Firstborn You Wished For” Boxcar Poetry Review
It is the tragic function of life to work // only in excess: one suffers from too little, / the other too much
- “A Spell Against a Violent Spouse” Superstition Review
all hands / are equally harmless / when you bald // the palm of fingers