Walt,
“One touch of your hand to mine O boy”
— “Vigil Strange I Kept on the Field One Night,” Walt Whitman
Poetry
HEIGHT / US
A body’s warmth is felt /
most consciously as it wanes.
Generational Addictions
where images of naked /
women lying enjoyment stick /
like coagulants in blood
Crutches
After Nikki Giovanni -
“Emotional falls always are/the worst/and there are no crutches/to swing back on”
Explaining the Rules to My Children
In Louisiana it’s illegal to send unsolicited pizzas
Reading My Living Room Floor Like Tea Leaves
I’ll have to get down on my hands and knees to pick up / the multitudinous pieces...
Prayer for Transgender Summers
Oh Lord, July days are just like February now, / And the despair is endless -