poem: the intellectual buying a lamp

this is how you end a poem: at the peak of the fifth act, when all the monstersand parents and the tragic (?) hero, his pale face histumblr black hair, flicked away from his face from the sweat, when he and all of them are in the same room, and you think -- finally, we… Continue reading poem: the intellectual buying a lamp

poem: the brothers karamazov. pt. 1 – fields.

oh! alyosha alyosha why do you insist on the sitting, the side-lining, the great country of thisnothingness has been brought down to you; cup it in the palms of your hands, cup it! I drank russia like an after-party, the red spilledall over my dress, my little virgin legs, my throat always clenching --up! --… Continue reading poem: the brothers karamazov. pt. 1 – fields.

poem: psychology of a paris review or new yorker tote bag

she looks like every other bitch; she is readingThe Secret History, and I wrote in the back of Normal People -- if you read too much at one time, yourchest hurts; and I also filled out the Geriatric depression Scale in the back pages, like that asshole Connor did, in shuffling masturbatory pencil. Love toreme… Continue reading poem: psychology of a paris review or new yorker tote bag

poem: I could die? a footnote?

or: "aesthetic irl"thirty day poetry challengeday 09– ‘goals‘ the plead tweed coats, manufactured in England or Bangladesh, and ink-on-fingers, cigarettes. leaves Rattling againstthe gothic, heavy windows because what else? /how do I describe James Joyceand Virginia Wolf: like readingemotions. reading the old novels, in cafes(because what else?); the middle-class, they kept writingabout God, now we… Continue reading poem: I could die? a footnote?