Last week I walked right past my mother’s Twin sister who does live On the same hill in the same city and who sometimes I do See, but this was the first in the grocery, the one I prefer. This Is a strangeness. Living in Midst. My mother’s twin sister Matters in the mirror: her face The word wish but… Read more →

says he’s hers. Happy at home, performing small chores, she washes white sheets. He helps with a hammer. In the middle of this who knows. Read more →

of your Asian girlfriend. I too can tell beautiful eyes. I remember your wife, that pale comparison: she gave it all up ev-er-y night. I too make mention, though not in this get-up, fetching chicken at Safeway in a crush of mothers and old people, slowly, that’s a fun age. Like lamps, I wonder? though not as much. Like plants… Read more →

gets slowly started: Hansel’s asshole oatmeal spoon in a bowl down the hall in the kitchen, the intricate etching of many sets of breasts hanging low on the wall beside our bed. When I get up, first for the mirror: my hair is always amazing! Later, without fail — make the bed. Swallow my pills. Try to fix — this?… Read more →