when i think of jason bourne i think of christmas After Elizabeth J. Wenger’s “when i think of quentin tarantino i think of revenge”
Sestina Written on the Way Home for Christmas look: i just know / the exact ache in my ribs as Colin Firth eyes his lover across the plains / of France and the pain
Strangers Sexual. Spatial. Temporal. I want to be anywhere, / anytime but this conversation. What did she think then?
Role Play Game Never did bring that bastard down, / it’s still him against us— / even with three generations of apocalyptic / natives tinkering with the algorithm.