And like the weather say you / The timeliness of day
Tomorrow’s tortillas depend upon the cloister walls. /Tomorrow’s tortillas depend upon that sitting.
For The Fear of Empty Space is a real and serious thing.
I was angry for it ...
i'd do my nails / and use water to / know about my / body.
Honestly, I was leaning toward volunteering
her portrait beaming / from the shining backs / of the napkin dispensers
Progress is the great lie of my species
I suddenly recognized the past / / / I thought of all the times I didn't die
This poem is for the machines.
let us begin by blessing the mouth into a massacre.
... loved that duck.
That's real futurism ...
I held / you when you / were the size / of a pan of / lasagna.
are you ready to get a little / more comfortable / with your un- / comfort
My imagination will walk in the City of Women / for life, weaving garlands
I'm crying. Even though I know it's a brobro no no.
your baby pigeon is out in the world