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I. Come, Lord, let us welcome you home, Let us be shy when you take off your shoes, Let us …

So you felt like kissing yourself in the bathroom mirror, all tongue and all slipperiness and chemicals, all cold-tasting and …

Good girls sometimes don’t feel like going home. They buy cheap microwaved rice balls and sit in the streets. They …

Her dentures have escaped her mouth. Her fingers, Made of canines, Step deftly out of hell; Their devil-given powers do …

Blue whales float in the sky In blithe heaviness. They have beached themselves among the clouds Peacefully, Like an enlightenment, …

I know your father’s size, And his closet won’t fit you. Your necks are too different, Oliver. The sleeves …

The air in my room Hangs a static curtain Over hours spent nibbling and chipping. At nighttime it sinks, …

A pigeon, Feathers matted And beak burrowing into nothingness, Shallow breath laboring to sustain the dead-weight body. Already giving up. …

My eyes wandered to a Jellyfish And I threw a fit- Please, Let me back on the boat Phantom …

I have forgiven myself already For the shortcut I took today And for the honey on my fingers, The crumbs …

I have heard it said that what goes up, must come down And all that rises from the dirt …