#Americans #LanguagePoetry #Women #FreeVerse
Ventriloquy is the mother tongue. Can you colonize rejection by phrasing your request, “Me want?”
Card in pew pocket announces, “I am here.” I made only one statement because of a bad winter.
The idea that they were reenacting something which had been staged in the first place bothered her. If she wanted to go on, she’d need to ignore this limp chronology. She assumed he was...
A career in vestige management. A dream job back—engineering shifts in salience. I’m so far
Complex systems can arise from simple rules. It’s not that we want to survive, it’s that we’ve been drugged
A girl is running. Don’t tell me “She’s running for her bus.” All that aside!
It’s as if we’ve just been turned… in order to learn that the beetle we’ve caught and are now devouring is our elder brother
spider on the cold expanse of glass, three stories high rests intently and so purely alone. I’m not like that!
What if I were turned on by seemi… or “extrapolate?” What if I maneuvered conversation… words? Perhaps the excitement would come…
The doll told me to exist. It said, “Hypnotize yourself.” It said time would be transfixed.
The jacaranda, for instance, is be… but not serious. That much I can guess. And that the view
Shooting pleasures Ok’d by My being seen For Or as
So these are the hills of home. H… nearly subliminal. To see them is… double, hear bad puns delivered wi… An untoward familiarity. Rising from my sleep, the road is…
“must represent the governess for, of course, the creature itsel… could not inspire such terror.” staring at me fixedly, no trace of recognition.
The very flatness of portraits makes for nostalgia in the connoisseur. Here’s the latest
