No, I know you’re the persona above. No, I know you’re only this dusted self. No, I know you’re this manufactured smile... You must be between futures, the roof so heavy with unlit sky. You must think it’s sweet to offer helpful suggestions. You must have fed the anger that pulled you so far into... Read More

Music. Order. Tenderness. Without brutality yet instructed by an emptying / cause for a word like “love” unrefined / Unrefined, where I too fit approximately so. Who made you simple— / pure as an organ that way / In a crisis, in a vision, in an act of desperation to foment the banal—to say /... Read More