DIVINE SPLEEN

DIVINE SPLEEN

I own a spleen of transcendent variety. It serves as a beacon of bodily function. It sings & its cadences carry through my bones. It performs its spleenly tasks with such competence it elevates the performance of my other organs through its heavenly example. It is...
Meat Locker

Meat Locker

Where the devil is a butcher in a white apron smeared with red. I am a bloody slab hanging on a hook. “You tell anyone, I’ll kill you,” he whispered, and my terror cleaved me in two, my body on its hands and knees in that cold with the butcher, my mind a white...
Hoodie

Hoodie

A gray hoodie will not protect my son from rain, from the New England cold. I see the partial eclipse of his face as his head sinks into the half-dark and shades his eyes. Even in our quiet suburb with its unlocked doors, I fear for his safety—the darkest child on our...
Two Poems

Two Poems

THANKS FOR THE COKE   I was looking for you and I took a swim in your pool.    It wasn’t your pool. You never had a pool. It’s the house I grew up in. The pool is new. The people are new.    It was a hot night in July. No one was...
Three Poems

Three Poems

ON BECOMING A FAN lucha libre (\loo’-chah· lee’-bray\): 1. wrestling 2. Mexican style wrestling known for its high flying aerial power moves and wrestlers that use masks to abscond their identities. Don’t Blame masks. Blame smoke. Blame the tricky sorcery of shiny...
Three Poems

Three Poems

Glacier Because there are many ways to lose yourself: with a blue heart gushing into the ocean, or sighing like a city that has tired of standing. With popsicle breath, like a child in summer. To make shattering skyscrapers of your guts and sailboats of your bones....
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