Reasons I No Longer Date:
The fifth still has my throat.
Still Life with Razor Blades
Soon it will consume the earth.
Darling
My Darling, I will never let you / erode.
The Devil’s Fair
Myth of power- / lessness
Painters Who Paint Paintings of Landscapes from Memory
they’d been strolling an imagined landscape
Pizza and Snapple
Tongues don’t forget things, don’t need / to be corrected.
Tally Marks
As if, I’m casual with my body.
Say Your Prayers
holy the boys in their flower beds still afraid of their own wanting
Michelangelo Dreams of Fish
doctors study : Why? : an essay :
Ripening
shells polished me smooth— // tumbled clean.
ravel
“Can we talk about the ineffable for a minute?”
Queen of the Night
Imagine a Chicago apartment in the nineties, the second floor of a three-flat, hardwood floors and smells of cooking and cigarette smoke.
Vanitas
Imagine a darkened stage. Here is an everywoman—thirties, dark hair, glasses—sitting on a plain wooden chair.
Yellow Oils in the Mind, Along the Field
Like every self-important and slightly suicidal artistically-inclined high school student, I was obsessed with the mystery and pain present in Van Gogh’s solitary life.
The Boogeyman and I
If only Wiktor had taken the car.