Poetry
Poetry
I ORDER A NEW MOTHER IN THE MAIL
the mother circulates through Berlin’s arteries, / smacking through streets and bike lanes until a / DHL worker delivers her to my front door.
full circle • & it’s the power of suggestion
soundtrack: fall in love (remix), slum village / because it just might, / i dance like my life depends on it.
Inventory • Please Give Your Fundraiser a Title—
He owns seven New Balance shoes, all rights / that have lost in this house their one-time partners.
Polaroid: Prison Visit poems
Here, lens flare recalls the burn holes in her nightgown.
The Ad Hoc Cartography of Nightmares
The problem with draining the world from your head / is what rushes in to take its place.
“Self-portrait skinning twenty-three auks” and other poems
A little rasp in its throat whittled the exhaling air. The auk laid down at last / and stayed there, its breath / so quiet I didn’t know when / it gave way to a greater quiet.
The First Otter and the Moon
I would like to tell you about my mother’s erratic heart, or share what I know of Las Patronas
in this poem my sister doesn’t die
so i keep renewing her favorite book / on our shared library card.
Potpourri • When I Worked at a Dry Cleaners I Wore Gloves
A man I didn’t love / died today—a growth / in his colon’s fragile spiral.
We Discover a Thing Called Growth • The Death of this River
They make border out of moving body / and announce that it is dying / and that Mexico owes the U.S. water / but not from our wet backs.
