Note To My Unborn Descendants

PUBLISHED IN ISSUE MAGAZINE, OCTOBER 2012 The stillnesses of my ancestors are in my blood: The sway of their humble trees their long walks on dirt roads sewing needles & fishing rods. One day, I too will be in your blood My concrete, my playlists, the air and disaster health of my whorehouse heart. It heaves…

Spine: a romantic poem about back pain

SPINE perhaps if I aligned mine just right, I could love you better. Your fingertips would appreciate a line of stars crackling under skin. I could slip by these storms like a gymnast fish, swiftly past offers of science or circus lights. These bones should only fit against yours in the dark. and baby, you…