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The Lost Species

The Lost Species

Look, said Noah, I said choose the one you love.
It’s not my fault you misunderstood. It’s not my fault
you have to fuck your sister. You should have known,
when I said the sacred words: choose the girl. There can be just one.

What do you mean you aren’t going to fuck her? Have you lost […]

By |November 15th, 2018|poetry|0 Comments

The Dad Poem (Don’t Cry)

The Dad Poem (Don’t Cry)

A kid across from me on this L train just said to his dad, “when we get the dog, I want to give it my homework to eat.”
So serious his tone, I think he was saying that he’s ready to do what people do, to take responsibility for being in the […]

By |October 22nd, 2018|poetry|0 Comments

Lonely at 1st Ave & E. 24th St.

This poem is inspired by a beautiful drive across the Brooklyn Bridge, a foreign friend’s Facebook thread about the dirt and grime of NYC, and a Saturday morning commute to work.

Lonely at 1st Ave. & E. 24th St.

I remember on my birthday
I talked about the Brooklyn bridge
because it stands out in a dirty city.
I have a friend […]

By |October 22nd, 2018|poetry|0 Comments

Justice

Justice

My co-worker texts she’s missed her train-
the kind of co-worker who only eats fast food, and loves spicy but hates peas and can’t stand pizza anymore because she ate it every Friday night for too many years on Long Island with her family,
who did not appreciate when she moved in with her fiancee before the […]

By |October 22nd, 2018|poetry|0 Comments

Feelings Per Capita

Feelings Per Capita

Her feelings lived at the intersection of hysterically funny and heartbreaking.
One day she blew and people on the street said,
“that mushroom cloud used to be a girl.”
But they didn’t hide their faces because when someone is absolutely consumed by the things there are to feel in this world, we know how to bear witness.
The […]

By |October 22nd, 2018|poetry|0 Comments

The French Kiss is a Conspiracy

The French Kiss is a Conspiracy

Last evening I went to the theater
The kind where you can buy a glass of wine but it’ll come in a plastic cup
which is okay because you’re supporting
the labor of love
When the protagonists kissed, I knew
they were faking, because it’s a play
and also because they had no chemistry.
Still, what the […]

By |October 22nd, 2018|poetry|0 Comments

Empty

Empty

In a cup of orange mango juice
I poured myself in the break room
A small bug struggles for air
I can’t tell small bugs apart
Juice invaders, subspecies my cup
Anyway I do put my finger in there
And I let the small dude climb up
and I blow on the dummy gently until
he flies away.

The Buddhists, I have gathered, argue […]

By |October 22nd, 2018|poetry|0 Comments

But Soft

This poem is obviously an homage to Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet, but reimagines Juliet as language itself.

But Soft

Give me a thousand words and I will dance along the aesthetic of their evocation.
The light through yonder window breaking.
Give me a man who can climb the vines of my verbiage and meet me up, up, up.
It is […]

By |October 22nd, 2018|poetry|0 Comments

Heartbroken on the Floor of the Bathroom

Heartbroken on the Floor of the Bathroom

“It’s the cold fish dying in your stomach feeling. You try to forget about it, but as soon as you do, the fish starts flopping around under your heart and reminds you that something truly horrible is happening.” – Ruth Ozeki, A Tale For The Time Being

The cold tiles […]

By |October 20th, 2018|poetry|0 Comments

On Getting Your Professors Fired

On Getting Your Professors Fired

You, who are tearing down for justice,
it is one of our final duties
to be convicted for the crime
of outliving our convictions.
You, who will not read the rest of this poem for awhile,
it is one of our final blessings
to be gone before your fire examines itself
and loses its desire for oxygen.

You, who […]

By |October 20th, 2018|poetry|1 Comment