look at you
afraid of a Plant City sangria
you silly barrier island you
don’t tell me what to do
who do you think you are
secret kudzu cypress
secret twilight hour
if all the best writers
jumped off a drawbridge
would you do it too
don’t you tell me how to
I mean I’ve been saying all along
it isn’t me who doesn’t believe in me
it’s you I know I can do it
I hear you crying in the background
sometimes things take longer
sometimes years
I’m waiting in a literal cow pasture
there are literal eels in a bathtub
what’s the takeaway here
I’m waiting
I’m outsiding
I’m dodging
I’m picture perfect
I’ve been away a long time
don’t worry I haven’t forgotten
have you ever felt nothing
I mean as if you are nothing
did you hear it in the wind
the word of the year
just wondering
if only I could find that second twin
universe that runs backward in time
to mirror this the right way
this isn’t journal scholarship
though it should be
subjunctive clause causality
because head full of jelly beans
gets you nowhere lil miss
peer review this
table setting says a lot about you
when you vacuum I think it’s music
wouldn’t you love to listen to a song
without a memory
to stroke hair
to give sips of water
it takes seven years
to overcome something bad
to infinitively
adverbially
feel powerless
you of lore
you of cozy
you of linger
don’t you make me
make that sound
if you say disgusting things
you will get throat cancer
you will never leave gator lake
some of us do it for the money
some of us do it because if we don’t we’ll die
thank god for Sinéad
thank god the opposite
of patriarchy is fraternity
not matriarchy there be
some low vibration bitches out here
sometimes things get ugly
some times are ugly
this look you’re seeing is for a girl
who does porn in the Valley to fund
her dental school passion
she needs something to wear
to smoke something blue
with Frank Ocean
I just want to drink cherry cola
at the Vero Beach Holiday Inn
I just want a portable staircase
with a tiny door underneath
of storm bringer you
of beautiful and annoying
of that guy in Peach Pit
unbothered and moisturized
so what if I don’t take pictures
I just want a normal conversation
is everything okay
is everything okay
is everything okay
are you doing things
are you blackberrying
are you forgiving
are you feeling
are you judging
are you reading
review: judgment used to be spelled with an e
ask Flannery at least
that’s how the South spelled it
in pastimes
I powered through 192
voids fuller than all fullness
appearing by my absence
I was pre-you before you and you and you
I go to the movies alone
sit in the same row
as a safe older couple
though I possess the toolkit
to transform into a venomous creature
it’s not likely to happen
kill mosquitoes
with my hands
feel no grief
I cut my teeth on saw palmetto
no this is not confessional
no this isn’t about you
thank god I love it when you’re gone
thank god you lost so much when you lost me
the amoeba of our warm water century
I don’t find it hard to be myself
but find it hard to let myself be
my deadline is the last awful poem
my deadline is when you go
my deadline is when it comes out
you dim sum expert
you expert beef Wellington
you obscure Korean noodles cooked by Greg your husband
fuck me (he did) gently with a chainsaw
don’t circular nature
don’t you once again
don’t you dare
don’t you