Close to the Edge

May 13

having a tendency to become liquid

it’s like knowing someone else’s guarded secret

and

they don’t

know you know.

Creative distance is what I need:

So I write poetry through a pair of binoculars.

Hidden here, is a world as

Vast as our own.

The Anthropocene

is no scene for me.

A postcard from the Auschwitz gift shop

that says, “Wish You Were Here.”

crunchy death on a massive scale

do animals experience love?

microwaved fictions

slot machine addictions

stoned swimming pool

way back in high school

I’m taking my shoes off at the airport. I’m in the McDonald’s drive-thru on

Mother’s

Day.

I’m swallowing sand and being a good boy.

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