The Leaves You Pick Off The Blackberry

He held his breath to them all. The way a bushel of blackberries suddenly appears on the side of the road after you’ve escaped from the city. You steal them by the handful, assuming they don’t belong to anyone except nature – and she owes you – from the countless times she disembodied your hungry…

I am the l o v e r.

I am the lover that will consume you whole, just as you are, filled with lies and guilt, suckling the impressions of your esoteric past your lack of future your selfish present your ugly name and all its consonants, constantly breeding atop my tongue / I paint you in cells / I am the lover…

Four Nicknames and a Uterus

Desi wiped sweat all over the front of his white shirt as I scream about how hot the pavement is – and he hates it – the word pavement. It reminds him of being in his 20’s, when the woman he loved fucked their mutual friend in their home in their bed more than once….

H.M.T.H.Y.D.T.W

How many times have you died this week? Suddenly I saw it, midway down the street, seven shots of forget-me-nots bottled in his hands – I cannot convince you to delegate disaster, or divide us into two separate people, or prevent whatever is about to occur when I watch you snort electric Kool-Aid for the…

Blood Orange

His face is a fistful of oranges. I enter           an apostrophe where the curve of his nose should be – a swarm of flies from the blood pooling in his cupids bow, a hive of bees stealing glances from his pelvis, Why are you so honey? I ask him as if…

Overcoming Writer’s Block

As most writers can tell you, inspiration is fleeting. Many of us go through intervals where our creative inspirations weave in and out – which can leave you feeling like you aren’t a true artist all because you can’t create on demand – which is total bullshit. In my opinion, there isn’t really a measure…

Adonis, The Identity 

Adonis, I call you – in every poem where you are mentioned without name. Adonis, the heartbreak. Adonis, the trapezoid. Adonis. Adonis. Full force. Sticky fingers, Adonis, judgmental jubilee emancipated by scientific opera. Adonis, the unknown. Adonis of the Vikings. Adonis, and starving, estranged, enabling entropy with phallic dust and influencing Enoch with singular gasps….

Amygdalai Lama

Time stood still somewhere inside of Sedona. Ripped up jeans and stale chicharrons plunging from your mouth as your voice box echoed ruins aside Chapel of the Holy Cross. You expected God to rip herself from the dirt and kick you in the shins, as all women – kissing you mouth to mouth so hard…

Tart Smack

I keep bubblegum wrappers with notations, your vice villanelle cherry pop and pancreas Polyjuice, an exchange of habits and horror story whores emasculated by the way you tiptoe around the side of a wet pool, avoiding splinters and slips of nipples with your bad knees    bad vibes    bad juju. I’m jealousy. Full-bodied jealousy. Full-bodied and…

F SHARP

A girl once said (about you) that “D***n will sing in a way that makes me feel like he has his hand in my chest cavity gently caressing my dying heart.” This was some time last week, and I remember stopping and rereading those two short lines over and over – considering stealing part of…