Aubade with frat flu
There’s another version of this in which we / wake up in this beautiful light, follow / songbirds to class.
Poetry
2AM Sonnet About Anne Marie Oomen as God
I hold a shovel, ask if this is real, / like essays. She says sure.
inside you there are two wolves
yes, you're supposed to lean back on the glasscold mirror, covering one eye with hydrantorange hair so flatironed and stinking of sulfur.
Dreamscapes with Elvis
Last night Elvis / was again in my mother's dream.
Three Sleeping Steeples
A Prose Poetry Triptych
The Week After I Graduated in No Specific Order
I’m not picky.
Humans Remain
I care for the crematorium inside me. The British Museum drains 6,000 carnages Female dancer figure (hula position?) made of wood, pearl-shell, teeth (human?), hair.