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The Sin of Height

What humanity needed was that gravity-defying miracle, the bird.

The Skeletons in the Closet

How smooth their bones, like alabaster shaved from moonlight.

The Spectacular

What’s a man supposed to do when his best friend is a falcon?

The Spectators

Never issue a dare to a dead person. They’ve got all the time in the world.

The Speed of Dark

I have studied and become intimate with the speed of darkness.

The Spooning and the Fork

This would not be a wooing meal. I was cooking my man into submission.

The Stylist

For a month after 9/11 Bella wept through all her appointments.

The Stylist

Her bra is black, her breasts full and white. There is too much flesh.

The Surfers at San Clemente Pier, September 2021

The local madman’s been here even longer, lying across the sidewalk. It’s no sin, all who hurry past his babble: no word-salad unlocks God.

The Tradition

Men like me and my brothers filmed what we planted for proof we existed.

The Treatment of Bibi Haldar

Her sentiments maudlin, malaise dripped like a fever from her pores.

The Trees Named “Glowing Embers”

Little footage, this plot, where it thrived at first, then ghosted away.

The Visiting Room

We spread. Kneel. We’ll come out missing parts. This we know.

The Way the Light Reflects

Some people see the man but not the light, the field but not the varnish.

The West Oakland Project

West Oakland was characterized by unemployment, poverty, and blight.

The Widening

Spanish men. They whispered and whistled. It made her jumpy.

The Widows of Whitechapel

Say what you will, a human being has the right to their own body.

The Wilderness around Us and Other Poems

In the backyard I submerge myself in a bathtub of soil, soak with the hose.

Then, It Was So

I waited and waited, rethinking first sentences in my sleep.

They Were Blind and Other Poems

Fatwas condoned our arrest for the rouged contours of our lips.

Thigh and Digression

Euclid stands in front of his lover’s door, open to the last hours of light.

Things on Which I’ve Stumbled

Thinking It Through

His mother wasn’t there to meet him at his stop. She never was.

Third Charm from “The Masque of Queens”

The moon it is red, and the stars are fled but all the sky is a-burning.

This Cat

The cat was looking at me with an intelligent expression. It knew.

This Close to Dark

I could go in for some pie why the hell not, there’s so little time.

This Hand

Sixty-year-old veins look like giant roots breaking through earth’s skin.

This Kind of Girl

She looks down the street for Scott’s truck. He’s late but so is she.

Thompson’s Boots

I’m recalling his socks, the inked initials, the splashes of blood.

Three New Decrees

“Who is it?” Irina asked at the door. “Open up,” a voice commanded.