May 25, & other poems
It’s a spiritual practice to imagine a deep web of interconnections
between us and every other living creature on this planet and yet
how precisely this practice fails.
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Blood in the Water
He was like blood in the water, a coworker once said. Women swam around him hungry in a way they wouldn’t be if there were more options.
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After Learning That Polar Bears Are Left-Handed, & other poems
I Once Was Lost
but now am found by big fast broken billboard promises
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Holding Hands Under the Hanging Tree, & other poems
You expect me to understand our native allegiance like a sinner understands that their calling is penance. But I don’t know what you want from me if churches are still segregated and the confession box is on your side of the chapel.
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Waking/Dreaming, & other poems
“the nerves / frenzy feeding / on nothing”
The most accurate description of
a panic attack I have encountered.
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Excerpts from “WOLF TOURS”
we’ve lost our protected status but not our capitalist goals! we’ve lost our // minds with prices like these
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Siren
There were some brownstones that had their grand staircases removed when they were transformed into apartment buildings in the 70s, Susannah’s mom had always said they did that because class consciousness was on the rise and the people of the era found the idea of a “servant’s entrance” distasteful. But she doubted that was the real reason. Class consciousness could have never found its way to the wide streets of Brooklyn Heights,
Desperately Chasing My Fleabag Era
And what could possibly be unsatisfactory about this when at the end of the day I get to be a strong independent woman? Many concepts can feel empowering until you get a chance to really think about what is being kept from you.
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The Cake Eaters, & other poems
Even the revolutionaries are cake eaters now –
I have a book called Rage Baking that suggests
while the world destroys me with its news
I should bake a cake.
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