Spinning
2am toilet bowls: / the stars whipping / cartwheels off;
Poetry
At Least Crows Plot Their Recklessness
within me, maybe, when mother asked where did this all start?
Have You Ever Been Asked To Leave An Airport Chili’s?
Tell me where to go, what to do / when I get there. Just bring me / best practice, nothing that will blur
Show Me the S on Your Chest
when every night terror wakes / and feeds on the ice / unchecked in your veins
The Sky is Calling
Military or / off-world / secret, perhaps.
imperfect personification
the old dental assistant asks if i want dentures before thirty
Letter to a Young Poet
after Megan Fernandes