From the 2020 Collection "War Bread"
Walking lakeside, I try to discern what the frogs a… but their drone is one collective… Diving again and again after the secret,
It occurs to me now that no one hears my song. Still young, I am discarded. I don’t anticipate being surprised at my aloneness in old age.
As a child I saw the meaning in n… I beheld the color code. I would dream of my bed whirling, I would feel my bed spinning. To take a birth here is a hard fal…
Just leave the fucking flags at ha… Or half-staff. Or whatever it’s called. Just fucking leave them there.
Is closed, always was, like Heaven, far too expensive and unrealistic,
Mowing with the sickle I stop abruptly and remember crawling out the window to smoke on the roof
When the world wasn’t burning I felt optimistic that one day I could come home
I was down for a minute had to get served out can’t take what’s mine All the money in The World
Hell came through on battered wings, and thought to ask just one last thing. That If I could,
I wept at the sight of my guru’s picture, Praise God, He is always with me, a Holy thing,
With a sword karma sets straight what’s veered. By her sword does Justice dispense simply
I’ll give you what I got, I can part with it all. I have gifts— A silk tongue,
In the most lovely of lands, before a backdrop of mountains and palms, there hangs a pall— All my Loves
Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
I feel newly acquainted with this skin, everything is novel, intensity is wherever my eyes land,