after we watched how the grinch stole christmas and you still didn’t bother to text me back
i want to break my bones /
in snow boots.
JAKE
The Years Without a Santa Claus
a decaying sestina, after Lawrence Schimel
when i think of jason bourne i think of christmas
After Elizabeth J. Wenger’s “when i think of quentin tarantino i think of revenge”
Sestina Written on the Way Home for Christmas
look: i just know /
the exact ache in my ribs as Colin Firth eyes his lover across the plains /
of France and the pain
Strangers
Sexual. Spatial. Temporal. I want to be anywhere, /
anytime but this conversation. What did she think then?
Crimes We Commit in the Future
Privately, we worried. There’s no way to be sure what we would do, how far we could be pushed. It made us question ourselves, examine what desperation could make us do.
To Cure a Thing
After Jenny Qi’s “Two Cures"