Category: Poetry

  • THE GIRLBODY REWILDS

    THE GIRLBODY REWILDS

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    “There are only twenty-five blimps left in the whole entire world and exactly zero Yangtze river dolphins. Is there such a thing as an excess of adaptation? Please say no.”

  • BIODIVERSITY SURVEY OF CATHERINE HARDWICKE’S TWILIGHT (2008)

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    “Looking closely at the meadow scene, you may notice: the distinctly invasive characteristic of the grasses, the uncanny resemblance between each purple wildflower or: a tongue bitten so voraciously that skin threatens to break.”

  • Sure, I keep a dream journal

    Sure, I keep a dream journal

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    “Each year, the snouting verve of magnolia buds. Always again the gnashing glory of forsythia, the whipping starlight. Again, the daffodils, those houndful miracles.”

  • how to get gone when you’re in love

    how to get gone when you’re in love

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    “The tomato pulp of me pressed against the inside of her cheek and swallowed whole. The end, popped open like the sound of parting lips. Like death.”

  • Funny Replacement – L.A. Nights

    Funny Replacement – L.A. Nights

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    From where I’m sitting, in the 10:30 twilight,palm fronds mock cathedral arches.And cherry-chlorine vapours play like fireflies, beamed up an indifferent street light. Lindsay Taylor, in her one piece glory,lies belly-down on blue mesh beside me.Forearm pressed against warm Rothko makeup,the bug eyes she never grew into,the blue hair she’s growing out to black.There’s mono…

  • Time Change

    Time Change

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    “My chair shrieks beneath me; my skull is granite in my hands.”

  • cutting the air with a dull knife

    cutting the air with a dull knife

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    “and so the next logical step would be to crucify the lord in a parking lot— no need for mountainous splendor or a wad of olive branches”

  • Heirloom

    Heirloom

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    “The uterus kicks, the timer is done, and now it is wailing for our mother.”

  • Gnats

    Gnats

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    “Today, a nasty type achieved beauty in cotton pants, a birthday hat, and a tubercular sweat.”