From the 2016 Collection "Nickels and Dimes"
From the 2016 Collection "Nickels and Dimes" A collection of Juvenilia
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Love is a svelte dagger, a gentle rapping, a triple-seven. Love is my law, makes me weep,
The moon lulls me as I wade through poppy fields, dragging limp hands behind me, catching each pod long enough before it snaps upright again
Pretend like your hell is the new normal. Now the space is calm, and poignant, and telling.
Like a Somali pirate just pull up on the Grim Reaper, surprise him
She lives no where, has no coordinates, she took me to the gallows, tempted me in the garden and my voice boomed.
Incense thick with a scent that is true and a bit soiled and dense so dense I lift
The Rock made me to see each month as a day. The Rock implored that I be patie… with a patience so radical it slips into renunciation
Love is endless. Mercy, too. A great debt unpaid, sitting on my doorstep, first-class.
In Thirty-Four years I can count on two hands how many times I’ve been in my right mind. It is a small percentage.
At a certain point in your ordeal, it isn’t your ordeal that bothers… It is the fact that everything is… That’s what really bothers you. Because what happened is not OK,
Every once in a while, when my bunkmates are asleep (or at least I hope they are), and the jingle of the keys fades to the end of the hall,
Forget shoplifting, not pushing your cart back to the cart-corral is the true crime. Amazing,
Two onyxes atop another out where the witch frolics, the signal clear, it rang through my throat so loudly I frightened myself:
Trees poke from the earth like the mummified hands of the martyrs. Buried alive, they strained with last breath
I saw him on the side of the road, on the side of the interstate exit… Maybe he was 18, definitely not 21… tired but not yet haggard. The moment I saw him