Poetry

We could road trip to Tennessee from New Mexicothe kids & I we could be brave they think I’m bravewe could unroll our bags & throw our chanclas in the grasswe could barefoot it we could unlearn the constellations& learn them again unhitch their stories from their nameslike the names I’ve taken into my belly …

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I would like to withdraw my complaint with its quiet rattling of a car’sengine as it shakes down Market Street. Like the window fan that stopsclanking one August night, when it’s not heat that sweats us awakebut a bottle of Nero and the body’s ceaseless churning. Nothing iswrong. Or, the universe is edgeless but finite. …

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Would you make love to me if I had two heads?I promise it’ll be fun, a two-for-the-price-of-one big-box-department-store-weekly-special:Just add water! And my extra head magically sprouts out of my neck, birthing quicker than the Chia PetI was dying to bring home back in the nineties, with a grocery cart full and checkout-stand tabloids and scandaland …

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They come back to you as a signwhen someone dies, they say, a dragonfly,some dull moth skimming a mud puddle,a hummingbird in the ditch’s goldenrod.But what if they are alive? But not allowedto live? How do they return, then? Cricketunder the sink for three nights straight.Why do we call it a song? That scraping,that needy …

We once drove 900 miles—from California to Idaho—in a borrowed car, the dead-drench of summerslicking our skin with its own salt, to witnessan eclipse’s totality. The darkened sun, the skypunched through. We barely made it, but didon duct tape & faith. Bear with me. I know how easyit is to forget a journey for all …

What if we are birds?Does that mean we also standon wires, tenderly, weightless.Are we in front ofor behind the red-tailed hawk?The last bird must watch us die.