Open and Open

OPEN AND OPEN Originally published at Wordgathering Dear brother, I want the truth in the amber bottle, empty, beside you. The vomit that sealed your lips. The abundance of you and your addiction, and the decay. I want you open to a wholeness between us. Not this fissure. Not this blank country shorn of what…

The End of the Ordinary Body

THE END OF THE ORDINARY BODY Originally published in Rogue Agent In the prison, bodies come to understand the walls. Their hands move little, clutched in front of faces until there is the wall and the barred window of the cell. From behind there, you can sense other hands slithering past like amoebas, unseen and…

Post-Craniotomy

POST-CRANIOTOMY Originally published in The Shallow Ends You appear dehorned with two holes on your head— an unsuspected devil newly redeemed. Your eyes stay closed. Seated on the bed, I watch your broad face shrink into a new country. Your forehead perspires. Read the rest of the poem published in The Shallow Ends.

Self-Portrait with Mysticism

Self-Portrait with Mysticism Originally published in Right Hand Pointing The office expresses the evening’s encroachment. The lamp shines two faces on a wall, desperate to butter the room with its light. Ants inch in from the crooks, led by somatic consensus, laced with intimations of light, penciled onto the wooden floor. I always thought I…

Dream of Exile

Dream of Exile Originally published in Right Hand Pointing We—a band of fugitives and I—attempt to bury ourselves to escape someone’s wrath. For some reason, everyone decides to bury me first, and I assist only halfheartedly. I’d like to spruce up before resigning myself to six feet under. The more lipstick and nail polish, the…