JAKE

Gang Gang

I am Buddha, without desire. But if they want to hang, will even the Buddha say no?

Stellar Jay

The people were looking askance at the wind

Palingenesis

on the platform / he stands to be / reckoned with

Ryan Texts Me

Not as in the vowels. / I don’t think they know about those.

i dot my eyes with stars

at home the phone rings but never for me.

Hospital Beds

I teach my son to dance

I’m Sorry for Your Loss

I busy myself at the buffet table, straightening dishes of soggy pasta salad and toothpick-skewered salami cubes.