AN EMPHATIC FUCK (or, MARRY ME, MIKE)
Mike is a little upset.
JAMAICA COLOURS ONLY
Went from non-existent to number 2 on my birthday wishlist.
Clever move Havaianas people, fucking clever move.
Conservatory at Equinox
Standing there, I saw it:
opaque leg extended across the
universal highway,
taunting with its
harvest beams. “Your heroes are d
ead,” it said,
“asphyxiated on the
stilling breath of masculine
toil.”
It once sang rhapsodically.
Streets just busted into her own apartment. WHO GON’ MESS?
Fall: Prelude
When the heat
(not yet stifling)
barely whistles or spits
- a distant steamy comfort -
on those nights, barely there,
your hands, holding wrenches,
your secular fists
call to me in dreams.
We flip and switch;
the house teems;
she flinches, I shift.
The radiator skips.
vegetarian butcher
