self portrait as chinese typewriter
my father asked me for futures /
i only have the word for solitude.
JAKE
at the end of the earth, i find {}
// mother asks if i have a girlfriend // i respond with an assemblage of
stones in my throat //
Texas Weather
You know why he does it, because it’s either a wall, a window, or someone’s face.
I am holding this for you: cento
using lines drawn from Richard Siken, Crush and The War of the Foxes
The Pendulum Swings for No One
Dad says time travelers can’t hurt us.
mother, your favorite tiki bar-
for Nat
Carlos and the Comedic Comment
Oh, I’m only kidding.