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17.11.14

Excerpt: Bright Lights, Big Department Store

I am holding myself
through way of layers
immaculate square footage
as to expose this as
the money they’re making
sleeveless design I feel
good about
unless
the places they agitate

practice of apparel

I ready
the delight
fold by fold
where solid answer is given
in the dressing room
both parties
unminded exposure
& shared disappointment of
an ill fitting top

what interaction
defines the weeks leading
how we
cannot keep a thing
to oneself


an empty Synergy bottle
incessant bleating

11.9.14

At Ocean Nails

I sink into polymer powder
my escape package

one girl to show another
her calf massaged
did she know
what a smell they’ve made
a sealant for my 
expressed relaxation

I’ve refused
a 10 minute pressure
in the back of my neck
not doing what I want to do
today I am 

here at Ocean Nails
as something deserved
thinking
my life could be worse

like your lyme disease
the negative tests 
a page refreshed obsessively 
we slept easy
tanning with all our clothes on
weekday vacation

like if there was a way
for us 
to be this sunroof

furling back into itself
every yard, hydrangeas 

there is a better word for it
a feeling once felt 
watching lightening from the sand

I expected it

he picks me up 
the rain comes
I cry in the car
about hating my job
we can’t see out the windshield
an avoided fender-bender


new nails dry under UV bulbs

a shelf holds an offering of fruit

it’s bananas 

25.2.14

Excerpt from Just Us Girls

she continues getting replaced
or replacing me 
it is the same, a stunning fit  




A-line, wide belt she divided
me from myself

what dangerous likeness 
this necessary lining
that I am after 

11.1.14

SHITLUCK Reading


Thanks Fran, thanks Gabe, thanks whoever took this photo. 


25.11.13

Summer of Love/First Reading


















Francesca and I reading from our chapbook Summer of Love (YOMO, 2013) with Emily Toder at Zinc Bar last night. Thanks to everyone who came out and to Drew Boston! 

from Summer of Love


4.
At that grad party I’m passed out on lawn chair
and John Vanca flings me over his shoulder like
“She’s going home with ME” and I giggle “Yeah”
‘cause I still owe him for throwing up on his 
Bronco John Vanca and his pony tail

you promise to keep
me and my beergarita safe pull on my legs
away from him to the couch very “Shhhhhh 
we don’t even have to kiss I vacuumed your 
vomit out of this kid’s astro turf don’t worry” 

even though you 
driving my car
don’t buy me breakfast 

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