The Years Without a Santa Claus
a decaying sestina, after Lawrence Schimel
Poetry
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?
To Cure a Thing
After Jenny Qi’s “Two Cures"
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.
november 20
CW: Mental and Physical Health, Suicide, and Medical Transition