Poetry
July/Aug 2015
I Can’t Stop Being Performative
and won’t, won’t be naked until this movie is over because moving images are ultimately greater than—because sleeping alone is ultimately greater than— some grunt want whetted and done. And […]
Poetry
July/Aug 2015
Blue-Eyed Boyfriends
lining up to look at me all at once: a firing squad of looking, my head in one of those big paper cones to keep a bitch from biting her […]