Poems

Two Poems

I’m ashamed of my body but I put it on the page where it buzzes like a phone that should be silent. I sometimes wish to be on a beach and just so precisely in the moment that I feel the sand and the sea and the vibrations of a low mood in which I…

Five Poems

Lit crit with the speedo architect aw god what a narky bitch
When lambo, buy the dip
two suicides off the Williamsburg Bridge

Let’s Start from an Earlier Block of Save Data

I remember the first time we played Minecraft. Years ago. We spawned in a barren snow biome. Resources were scarce. We needed food, so we killed some cows and pigs for raw meat. Then we spent a long time walking before we found a tree to punch for some wood. It was nighttime by then,…

The Bee Charmer

There’s a woman in town who performs healing with a net. I pay to watch the show, front row, metal folding chair creaking in the spring grass, half-brown, half-waking. She sets the scene like a traveling circus— a communion of strangers searching for something together at the edge of the woods—bodies watching body brave contortion,…

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