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.

Excerpts from “Leaving La Lavandería”

amnesia of interrogation
amnesia of incommensurate cant
amnesia of commandeering enough space
to bring the sleeves in and collar the hem

imagine but do not pretend
these brimful automatons all mouth
these dismal prodigies
represent the sole order we’ve ever known

Twenty-Seven Club, & other poems

we have been released into nothing morethan mere ritualshorter days warmer monthsnew discoveries year after year this truth starts firing

for fear of trial, we lose the fightlord drag us back to the gutterwhere all things weak break free—