I’ve always been magic – sprinkling fairy dust and bewitching rings of Saturn to orbit my equator with the switch of my hips.
if you are hurting / if you are uncertain / know that this body can hold itself to itself and undo at the same time / it is your nohkom saying kisâkihitin with her hands / stitching beads to a leather purse you will one day hold /
new york is the fifth city i miss you in your baby toenail fell off this year as it does
I hate to love this city. Where the stop sign on Berry has “6” painted under “Stop” so you know what hood it is.
*Source text for this erasure: Jose, Randall T., Ed. Understanding Low Vision. American Foundation for the Blind, 1983, p. 52-3.
If God came to me, my face would / burn, if God touched me, he would / crucify holes out of handshakes.
I will flip a pillow, say TODAY IS GOOD then roll / over in my bed like an overcooked beet.
When this Pokémon sings, it never pauses to breathe. If it is in a battle against an opponent that does not easily fall asleep, Jigglypuff cannot breathe, endangering its life.
Here I am in loss, as losing; active loss. It’s a singing bird, small yellow-green, who thru special powers of love breathes without taking breath.
I’m starting a new religion. We only worship things that are green.
from the she’s all that moment we didn’t have bc we were too busy jacking off to jake gyllenhaal getting bashed
and it didn’t make me any less sad ok maybe a little bit less sad but still sad i still think about texting you the majority of the day i think the majority of me wants you to not be ok so that i can prove that this meant something i am scared that it didn’t mean anything
in this poem Jesus laughs because he is very ticklish / in this poem he tells Gabriel / Quit it
God, so we will have to do / with what we get. Behind us
I want to be the one who gets daughters / into colleges with full rides, / brings the Go-Fund-Me page to completion
sometimes I’m a disaster without knowing sometimes I’m looking at you my happiness completely in your hands love is pressure but it is also a few good consecutive calm moments
Doc the Ativan just give me the fucking Ativan or don’t
It’s the way you sit across from me / at the kitchen table / your hands enclosing a teacup
The call keeps dropping for the Arctic photographer on NPR, his voice fine and crisp and then suddenly drowned in a closet, choked by the devil
if the ape x stone cap is missing from the pyramid base it was strapped to a ship and shipped to the new world
The relationship was a sign that read Accident Free for __ days, that reset every morning to zero.
You pig-heart and I skin tapering off a drum face. You conjugate, animal-throated magician’s girl
And your greatest failure? / That they haven’t built a language from my name yet.
but, when i was 19 i became more of a spill sometimes, i miss a mouth entirely.
His back in its sweater beads into sweat / but he likes the sweater — it reminds him / of his grandmother
I find the boys break their legs chokehold them down / in the night keep them up I’m screaming YES YES YES.
into the B plot as into a hot tub, slip into my alternate time stream admit your acolytes
For example, my brother can’t write our last name in kanji but our obachan made me practice it for 20 minutes straight until it was beautiful enough to be written by an actual 日本人。.
the last time i loved, the words died in my belly. the sparks quit next, & then the boy.
The light says, I love these leaves. / The light says, you’ve been swindled. / The light says, let me dry off these rocks.
on trans street / there are bungalows / courtyard buildings / & rent control
next door and the tienda on the corner, who spoke / very little English, who didn’t mention his wife
I-coordinate-blue-and-pink-outfits-with, why don’t we / just nix the whole wedding idea, disappoint our parents, / and just go somewhere and eat wedding cakes?
I am in the mood to mourn / against the storm outside / I tear up under covers / turn on a warm light / Darling / I want your fingers
still telling the same story in the hospital / about how grandma was choking and choking on that pill / but she got it down with just a little bit of applesauce
Which is almost as long / as the Trojan war. The year / my father took her was all oil spills
iii. Tongue out of groove. Meaning, nacre nacre with no grain. No luster here.
what can I do / without disturbing anyone? / can I pray?
The gray-green membrane between spring and summer / is my event horizon
The birds chirp, the sun follows, this is how the morning arrives / And my cousin Chinelo knocks on my door, waiting for breakfast
i wish i could go into ambiguous romantic interactions with a sign around my neck that says I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER
three years ago nine black disciples were slain in bible song & since, no signs of goodness have breached the headlines
and i think i’d like a boy to build a country in. i’d like a boy with land
Mother, you still hold my wrist when we cross the street.
Fat drops of rain. White spores on a shrinking fist. An infection borne down into the cells.
I’ve always been magic – sprinkling fairy dust and bewitching rings of Saturn to orbit my equator with the switch of my hips.
if you are hurting / if you are uncertain / know that this body can hold itself to itself and undo at the same time / it is your nohkom saying kisâkihitin with her hands / stitching beads to a leather purse you will one day hold /
new york is the fifth city i miss you in your baby toenail fell off this year as it does
I hate to love this city. Where the stop sign on Berry has “6” painted under “Stop” so you know what hood it is.
*Source text for this erasure: Jose, Randall T., Ed. Understanding Low Vision. American Foundation for the Blind, 1983, p. 52-3.
If God came to me, my face would / burn, if God touched me, he would / crucify holes out of handshakes.
I will flip a pillow, say TODAY IS GOOD then roll / over in my bed like an overcooked beet.
When this Pokémon sings, it never pauses to breathe. If it is in a battle against an opponent that does not easily fall asleep, Jigglypuff cannot breathe, endangering its life.
Here I am in loss, as losing; active loss. It’s a singing bird, small yellow-green, who thru special powers of love breathes without taking breath.
I’m starting a new religion. We only worship things that are green.
from the she’s all that moment we didn’t have bc we were too busy jacking off to jake gyllenhaal getting bashed
and it didn’t make me any less sad ok maybe a little bit less sad but still sad i still think about texting you the majority of the day i think the majority of me wants you to not be ok so that i can prove that this meant something i am scared that it didn’t mean anything
in this poem Jesus laughs because he is very ticklish / in this poem he tells Gabriel / Quit it
God, so we will have to do / with what we get. Behind us
I want to be the one who gets daughters / into colleges with full rides, / brings the Go-Fund-Me page to completion
sometimes I’m a disaster without knowing sometimes I’m looking at you my happiness completely in your hands love is pressure but it is also a few good consecutive calm moments
Doc the Ativan just give me the fucking Ativan or don’t
It’s the way you sit across from me / at the kitchen table / your hands enclosing a teacup
The call keeps dropping for the Arctic photographer on NPR, his voice fine and crisp and then suddenly drowned in a closet, choked by the devil
if the ape x stone cap is missing from the pyramid base it was strapped to a ship and shipped to the new world