Here. Where everything expands into moonlight or smoke. those are your choices. I am here, expanding the air, abandoned in hope of a twin. someone to stuff your pain into.…

A damn against the motion of history. The mute compulsion of the body. boundaries drawn on the skin: This wasn’t the first time, no. Half the people in this play…

The constellation of the body. Bare   out of season, stretched out over the horizon, over the mountains older than bone. She wakes to find the smallest places in her overflowing. the…

IF we could go anywhere we could go  here. Outside the structures but yet inside the frame: It’s all shadows here. one flickering out into another one risen. It’s an ache.…

                            If I could pick one point in all the constellations of time     It would not be this one. Or that glistening shock of gold folded into   some pocket.   Out…

We had been selling catastrophes. Mandatory sales and extraction. Pure profit, the greatest thing. We’d roll up on these primitive fucks and just zap ’em. I had, for a time,…

Okay. I’m sad. I am lonely. I was born to be so /I am best so/ /I do not have a shirt to wave about my head. / /I have my…

Happy but…

I am now again circling not in a sky or a drain. but circling back in.