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.
An Afternoon Wedding The wedding planner skirts around him, out of the radius of his thrashing. She doesn’t have time to fight his hands away and explain that she’s not his bride.
Accident, Maryland Here old ladies brush their teeth with Desitin. Men step on the toes of priests. Strangers elbow strangers, their arms swinging back-and-forth like bells in a grandfather clock.
Shedding The gentleman in the chair stood up, paid, and breezed by Avery on his way out. They shook their hair off their face and made their first eye contact with the barber.
Sucking Candy Demise The man, not yet having nothing left to live for, agrees that the next such sucking candy he consumes will be the last;
The Revolution “Cut it out. You and I both know you don’t have a revolutionary bone in your body, not to mention the fact that, as a lover, your lack of creativity is matched only by your lack of ambition.”
"Every little boy needs a dog," barks your mother That's odd, too. Your parents don't go out in winter. You pick up whatever they need.
Shopping malls and parking lots and all the places I knew I liked girls The first time I was misgendered was at a Taco Bell in Crossgates Mall in upstate New York. Or rather, this is the first time I specifically remember being misgendered.
███come to earth ██████████ An erasure from “Welcome to Earth” by Sturgill Simpson (A Sailors Guide to Earth)
Brace ███ ██████ (████ A Little) An erasure from “Brace For Impact (Live A Little)” by Sturgill Simpson (A Sailors Guide to Earth)
The Motor Oil (In Bloom) A découpé poem after Sturgill Simpson’s A Sailor’s Guide to the Earth (2016)
Give Me an Opinion *i wasn’t sure how to form / an opinion, so i decided to / watch some YouTube videos / to see if they could show me how.
Dialogues with a Stray Cat incidentally, I wonder if any animal could actually take residence on my patio once my sister sends her furniture over.
Miranda Cosgrove (and Carly Shay) You’re a little more into iCarly than your peers, for a lot longer than them, too. You find yourself in the iCarly fandom, reblogging posts at a rate that loses you followers.
Peter Lewis Kingston Wentz III You recite his lyrics like they are a prayer, like it’s not a coincidence FOB has the same amount of letters as GOD.
Smoke When I was a kid, one of my special interests was Old Hollywood. This was my parents’ fault for allowing me exposure to the genre.
Madmartigan in the Mercedes He was like a man but not quite. He was a fictional character that vanished from my view when I pressed “stop” or “eject.” In this way, he was better than a man.
La Neige The phantoms in the streetlight had returned to their posts. The ghost of her father hung in her mind. The 7/11 was open for snacks.
Public Letter/Hocus Opus Press/RE: Haywire Ray In their rejection letter for my article--Dispatches of Haywire Ray, the biography and reflections of the titular illusionist--the Editor of Hocus Opus Press denounced my work as “a pure work of imagination,”
Fugitives We wait in the car while the engine purrs / and I shiver in my Woody sweater / like it’s raining outside
Lonely Without Friends The father stares down ten-year-old Darien. The boy rises and walks to the corner to wait for the light, then steps into the street and picks up the bottle. He brings the bottle back to his father.
The Relaxed Version of a Man I sip my drink and read a book. The drink is fruity, over sweet, and alcoholic -- I hate drinking in the daytime, but I am on vacation and play the part. The book, it’s okay. If nothing else, it shades the irksome sun from my face.
Balaclava He ignored his customers’ penetrating glares and sly whispers and began stacking cage eggs.
teeth dreaming there are no giants / there are no talking fish / there is no megalodon, / the dream is over.
Mood Killer Droplets of sweat and rain threaded through the front of his hair as he blinked through the white lights in the front of the restaurant towards the large faux-rock counter.
trans culture is hating shirts Trans culture is finding an old t-shirt / from your bottom drawer, / and immediately putting it back / to avoid a weird nostalgic feeling.
The Agenda “For those of you who did arrive on time” he paused shooting Terence a glance, “the meeting today will be hideously punctuated by the untimely death of our colleague Terence. We are expecting the incident about halfway through the meeting, agenda item five.”
When the woman you have a crush on asks you to host a séance, you say yes You’re not sure if you’re sleepy or uncomfortable, if your heart is stopping every few seconds by your hand or hers, there is something rotten about being mortal and even this crush-love—
If Only for a Moment I found myself somewhere between pleasure and fear. Surely that unflinching stare was searching for the very essence of my soul.
What Remains Last Wednesday, there she was, sitting in the corner by the $675 splattered paint on wall by local artist installation when she saw it, approaching from the entrance and using the handicapped button to help it because without muscles it no longer had a strong grip.
Don't You Dare Take My Keys First, take the brown vase / take the one close to it too, the vase with oriental motifs
A Guide to Living and Dying on the Digital Frontier “Remind me again why you’re writing a burn piece about yourself.”
Poem After a Poetry Reading other title ideas included / Fear and Railing in New York / Getting Railed on a Hammock
Punk Poem viva la punk / viva el diablo / somewhere havin a laugh / they say god hates rock n roll / that’s ok because rock n roll hates god
No Good Deed Goes Unpunished The two detectives in front of me looked at each other, as if having a private conversation, and then back at me. The detective on the left, Detective Dowdy, leaned back in his seat and squinted. The disbelief in his eyes is clear.
Leaking At night I can feel my dreams crawl out and inject themselves into your side, I can feel the veins of the pillows pulsing through to each other.
Once Upon a Time in Maryland The times were far from happy, but they were stable and predictable in their badness, and that was almost good, in its own way.
Best in Show, Reserve Champion This is not Apple Strudel’s first showing. She’s been shown from the Milky Way to the Pisco Nebula.
Philosophic Fragments Love is a memory. Love is a memory that’s present, / A memory not resolved, not passing into past,
Desert Meadow All through winter life burnt; all through spring. / Autumn, a spoke on the same wheel, will repeat
Strange Uterus The fire danced, made the shadows quiver. The pile of mail, the letter opener on the cabinet, the single bookshelf: all creeping in at the edges of the darkness.
I’m glad I’m not rich because I’m pretty sure I’d be an asshole you can never be an ocean / if you’re afraid to make waves
Bearded It bifurcated at the chin and it bulged at the cheeks. It certainly did look like the objects being mimed.
Childlike Periodically, I've wanted to extend my youth, / When all the magic seemed to lose its spark,
Two Hooligans Dueling With Their Respective Finger Guns Eventually the two put their finger guns away as if it had been a draw as each one backed away to different sides of the room.
Not That Story Trouble was, there was a lot of trouble. Questions I didn’t understand, even though I worked there. A month or so before, I’d run into a group of art-school people sitting together around the curve of a bar, nice people, friendly.
Shuffle There has been silence in the car for much of the hour-long drive. You have been mostly present but what is there to say. Honey, I'm sorry that I wrapped the car around a tree and for the last few weeks I've been a vegetable doesn't seem to cut it.
Expedition Passport Blood showers on hot tin roof / Cain kills Abel to / Tenth Avenue jazz band tune / Blood mingles with sidewalk / Mingles with dandelion
A Sort of Homecoming I say my goodbyes to my parents and my sister. I expect you to pat my back, but instead you pull me into a hug and I breath in the aftershave you have recently started using. I want this moment to be the start of a love story.
Subscribe I measure the rest of the time in empty envelopes / and the mechanic whirring of a fleet of slicing jaws. / There are only so many ways to spell cancel, and I’ve seen them all.
Work I walked into Mr. Pfloe’s office and sat in the chair facing his desk. I could feel his eyes on me as I smoothed my skirt over my legs.
tic tac toe there’s so many options / all of the classics are there / pong, pacman, and others / but you decide to go with / tic tac toe / (your personal favorite)
Wearing Superman's Cape A student gave me Superman’s cape, a parting gift when leaving my class. I put it on to pick my daughters up, watched it flutter a little in the wind and I guess the glasses pull together the whole Clark Kent look. The little one sucks on the corner
86 Bacon Until We Get Another Brown Marker It might only be a 20 dollar hunk of cardboard from Target, but we threw it together in about half an hour with the proper A1 flap into the proper A1 slot and with a little coloring it’s a regular food truck slinging whatever we have on tap for
Axis of Gratitude Now please move that finger from the center of my left palm to the middle of my open wrist. This was the first movement you ever did when I met you standing at the bar like Samson.
Hold Your Breath If camping seaside & reading poetry & smoking comically large cigarettes is going Le Fou count me gone
Pokémon and Other Eternal Sins I liked to think that my spontaneous combustion was due to God not liking me very much
How Would You Rate Your Pain? Almost gnat-like—this annoyance of flesh, this cicada sound between bones.
Refriendship I'm going to listen to that Neyo song, because for some reason it always makes me feel better.
Bag Lady “But we’re dog people, Qiptyn.” Bathory’s vocal fry made the statement sound whinier than it was. “Emoji deserves the best.”
Bad Movie We’d met the night before at a Meetup group for shy people. She told me she was Nigerian, just passing through, wanting to escape the punishing heat of her hometown and a family trauma.
Why I Use Self Checkout “All those injuries, man. I can’t believe all those injuries. Think they can pull it out?”
The Thing About Two-Time Freestyle Skateboard Champion Mike Osterman Is That If You Ask Him to Walk the Dog, You’ll Have Piss All Over Your House Still, you are caught in Mike Osterman’s gravitational pull, like so many others.
The Way of the Poncho Cult They want to know if Doug has a message for its devoted followers, if it’s a force of good or evil, if it has chosen Gerard as its prophet.
Uno Reverse Blue, Back 2 U It’s as if landlords looked at that vitruvian man n’ decided / that every body has a one-track-mind. The golden ratio is just ur shitty prop;
I'll Say This Then I'll Shut Up by Sean Ennis It is true that there are too many guitars in this world, all the strumming and plucking. Grace puts on Lee Montgomery or Bob blabbermouth Dylan and it’s like she’s trying to hurt my feelings. “This is American music,” she says. We’re sort of
Observations Regarding the Incarceration and Rehabilitation of Eastern State Penitentiary Prisoner Number C-98xx At the trial, the convict’s mother, who wished to retain her dignity, sat stone-faced while the court pronounced her youngest son’s fate: first-degree murder, 30 years to life.
Safety First except it was there. Injury / happened to other people, / but I never gave it much thought.
The Ghost's Leavetaking Another wood knock. Hard to tell how far away, or even from which direction. The scene is an inversion now.
Colleagues and Friends It’s the first time in three months I’ve heard so much English, and between the bull and the barbeque, I can almost mistake it for home.
Unidentified Snack-Mix, Orange and Salty (Last Seen Possibly Becoming The Christ) There was comfort in all these things, like I was placing my isolated act of snacking in my recliner, alone in a small room, into a framework of collective experience.
Lengthy Footnote Covering Unusual Disturbances at the Township Council Meeting, County Ledger Entry No. 205599428a Of course, the entire Council, as a whole, was disgusted by Mrs. Cartwagon’s obvious lack of concern for the law, but we decided to let that go so that we could hear the rest of the story.
Embodying Language A visual poem by Jill McCabe Johnson - "The body is a situation" Melissa Mathewson
The Widowmaker Tried to Kill Me, But Failed Miserably I didn’t know I’d had a heart attack until the morning after, once the stent was in and I’d had a good night’s sleep flat on my back with a weighted pillow on my upper thigh where the surgeon cut into my femoral artery.
My Stuff Out in Tucson “My Stuff Out in Tucson” is an eerie foreshadowing of the events that unfold in the writer’s forthcoming novel, Good-Bye, Lo Siento. You can follow him on Twitter at @lakemarkham for updates.
Make a Wish Grown-ups were always telling us to make a wish; when blowing out our birthday candles, when finding a four-leaf clover, when snapping the wishbone on the chicken after Sunday lunch.
Shit Hawks “Anthony, look what I found.” Tara’s kid shakes me awake. When I turn my head, particles of sand come unstuck from my face. “It’s beach glass, right?”
Ode to the Desert Cottontail Of all the animals in the Mojave Desert, the desert cottontail is among the more overlooked.
My Road Trip with Rumphous When I find Rumphous, two miles outside of town, he has devoured a family of cats and is growling at a boy and his dad, who are locked in their car, too scared to get out.
Seussical Mask, shirt, sweatshirt, pants, socks, shoes, each a different shade of black. Sheet music. Clarinet. Bass clarinet. Backup reeds and backup reeds and backup reeds. Unnecessary pencil.