Poetry

On the front of the garage / above a wall that was a door / is a metal loop / screwed to crumbling melamine

Barbie Dream House on the curb

The wheels on the suitcase / go round and round

Can we just / gaze? / she asks, cozy

Nebuchadnezzar’s epithelials / are trapped beneath my nails

Some times / aren’t / Some days / don’t

Eight-hundred slender fingers / on a bound hand / gently kiss the contours / of the plane

The natives fling themselves / with abandon / into walls

Today’s poem is the first January River thing that’s been published elsewhere, which is really exciting! Check it out!

Butt cheek! / 
Butt cheek! / 
my daughter proclaims / 
to the world