Dual/el

In every casual greeting,
I find a second
to confirm my innocence.

Dry

My tears are not productive
and only repeat themselves
only repeat themselves
without coming
to any kind fruition.

Poem on a Bar Napkin

What are these doodling selves,
these parades of cartoons?

Low-security births,
private rooms, but the doors

open

True to Type

My pepper is malformed, but delicious.
I grew it in a pot of coffee grounds...

in a small pot, on a narrow windowsill.

Reference

She drafted me to be her rough
draft--

to work herself out on.

Now,
she is beautiful.

 

One of Many

I sit in the wooded gulley of my childhood.
I sit here,
happy to be alone.

 

Before the Rain

sitting,
in the driveway apron,

playing, throwing
stones,

wading in
the mutedness of things.

 

Suspended

People watch me.
People call me irresponsible.

I walk along the top of it.

 

Untitled

children:entropy::

(just ask their frightened parents,
 just ask)

 

Thesaurus

The soft luxury childhood gives itself
seems strictly economical in retrospect.

 

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pebbles, milky, embedded in a piece of conglomerate