for Tanya I’ve loved you for moments, hours, months, years. . . Eternity? Something ceaseless, something like silver lotuses, crystal frogs, ruby-leaved pines, opal lions,

First came marriage, and then the funeral. My father was declared dead on scene, or at the exact moment an eight-wheeler disintegrated three thousand pounds

Storms catch our like-mind in a diametric dialectic— I’d never think to capsize outside of our umbrella plan. I follow you when it’s your turn

CW: descriptions of  traumatic situations   and a man is molesting a young boy somewhere, a mother of two teenage girls is staring at the

although I am still young in mind well as body or at the very least deluded enough can imagine that to seem true regards Gerardo

-for the one who listens I look to you vowing my hate when of course I mean I love you and it came out wrong,

After the disappointment, after the nights bent over pillowcase gritted between teeth, jarred out of illusions as I clenched— on the silky sheets of our

Your words were nectar sweet the first time we met. You were a gentleman, a self-proclaimed scholar, you had a way with words. Those words

She said, “You have a way with words.” But too often my words just get in the way. So, I jump from line to line

We should learn the library secrets. Be available 9 to 9. Let people browse through us. Be free to the general public. Index ourselves in

In Kensington market, full of small purveyors of meats and vegetables, of soaps and leathers, and roti shops, and pho restos, and bubble tea spots,

grit of silt and sand skin on skin, smell real time, taste, touch messy dishes, an unmade bed. imperfect, mundane another workday, a lawn to

She’s spending her nights              exactly how she wants to                    

How do you hold someone who is made of air? You are nothing but wisps of imagination and words of ink, But not to me,

From the ground rose packets of mist and the moon hung low over treetops. As rolling clouds drift past, stars emerge from hiding and crickets