Vertigo

I want to forget and forgive at the same time, like wanting amnesia and nostalgia all at once.

GUTTERBOUND

Bowling ball by the side of the street. Whose patterned green fluorescence is gutterbound tonight?

Shit or piss

The government has decreed that no person may shit or piss outside of the toilets they are yet to build, so the people sit, squatting, by the roadside, to be picked up or struck down, waiting for relief.

FEBRUARY MOON

for Stephanie

Wind rushes in a vortex around the courtyard outside your bedroom. Needles cling to their boughs as air currents make their turns and rattle the rickety windows of the old apartment building. And there you are, in bed, limbs wrapped in currents of warm blankets and a stuffed dog, the room silvered with the chill of the bright February moon; your face in the state of still that sleep brings.

Strange delights

The moon is hanging low in the sky like a warm, heavy ball of dough tonight. Last week I laughed at a song because it flirted with me. It's been 25 years, and I have only now thought to ask whether you like to dance.

SNOW DAYS

Snow acts as a damper for sounds, but it makes footsteps crunchier. How much shit is hiding in the frozen pack? How many sounds were trapped there?

Argument

The power of your skin stretching over your knuckles like a landscape, a work of art, that is majesty. They cannot argue with the beauty of your hands and so they cannot argue with your existence. You are royalty.