OVERTURE: SOMEWHERE IN NEW JERSEY, 2009. IT’S A WEEKNIGHT IN AUGUST. Your arms are sloppy around his veiny orange neck. They say the juice heads do it best, but he wouldn’t even pay for your funnel cake...
A Total Schenectady of the Heart. My transparent invitations via pop songs shouted hoarse/ summarized my status as an ill-tuxedoed groom
Shaun or Sean or Shawn says you're a great friend, 2006 sunken as a memory in the ember sunset / in that small place subliminal space in your head
Elephant Sinking Into a Mud Pit And for two more days the rescuers try to drag out / the grey giant with ropes — to no avail.