Middle School


They’ve gotten my classes     crisscrossed

   sulking here     swallowing the wrong,

      compacted in       the regular classroom.

I belong

   in a seat that calls my name

           not here      in this kingdom of knights

   whose eyes eat me   when my mouth spills out the wrong answer.

Test questions roar       like a lion protecting their kill

   and I know my mind     better than school does.
        Who owns the hands        that placed me here?

Lean into my drift,     my daze in class

      I hum a moth’s melody …

Knaackstraße 82, 1996 (Schicksalslied)

       Wie lieblich sind deine Wohnungen
             (Johannes Brahms, Deutsches Requiem/Psalm 84)


Keusch bewahrt,/ In bescheidener Knospe: In downstairs Berlin bars she meets young men
while machines rip the city’s …



Just gravity pulling what free
bodies it touches down, and at times
their refusal. Despite this shaking over
the mouth of the trash, a plate
holding its residue. Adherence the …

After the Idea of the Flood Recedes | Zocalo Public Square • Arizona State University • Smithsonian

After the Idea of the Flood Recedes


with borrowings from Rimbaud, “Après le Déluge”

in a turbulent dream,
I wake troubled, confused,
a tabby nosing round the sheets…

the market stalls are dressed in meat,
bavetted, boned, …

Eros / ion


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