Close to the Edge

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.