Amy
The bourgeois adores the anti-bourgeois.
Poetry
Monk
It was like I was faking an accent.
Bowie
Chaos, / encountered / unaware,
Fugitives
We wait in the car while the engine purrs / and I shiver in my Woody sweater / like it’s raining outside
Cerebral removalists
Moving house is moving between / pockets of time and space
5:49p.m. on May 5, 1821 on St. Helena
who retreats?
teeth dreaming
there are no giants / there are no talking fish / there is no megalodon, / the dream is over.