First I wake the body / to unring a bell— / as the proctor rolls up I slam down right on the tit / of the sexy mermaid we sculpted / in the sand pit.

In our youth, glaciers winged free to the highway.

Are / sleep nets / sparse / dense / or selfish / in their / weaves?

Endings begin with a rumbling: / clap of thunder at the top / of the finale, creak and release / of the bus as it rises from its bow, / first vibrations of the tornado / siren.

Empty basilica, wood slat / walls, white Jesus expressionless. / Blue eyes and blue eyes and blue / eyes and more inaccuracies / in the courtyard.

There’s a legacy of stuff passed through my family, especially on my father’s side.

The hands of the clock strangle my neck. Each hour, a rueful sigh.

say: here     here: hear     still: hours     bud until split     stretches: a body / out

I had thought I was alone. A familiar scent of bleach and black coffee hung suspended in the warm air of my childhood kitchen.

Vignettes of/with the Russian Dictionary of Imperial and Soviet Prison Slang

through my eyelids / yellow wall / of sun was I

Before we leave Virginia, the doctor calls us from his home.

For the sake of this poem as / a citable document, I’ll name / just the one breath this time

I’ve been lying for a long time, so let me tell you a story. / We can never go back to who we were, despite the bravado

A partial erasure of King Lear