the otters come, the otters go they dream of Michelangelo & rub their nubs on windowpanes while lingering ’round sewer drains & horny, make the final leap, curl nether to head, but not to sleep

the zoo poems 1. the monkey in the petting zoo is more depressed than me or you; that’s why he screams & throws his poo— don’t we all wish we could, too?   2. the otters in their enclosed pen fuck once, then twice, […]

forgive me the autumn soup you made was *chef’s kiss* I ate the entire pot in one go with a baguette I’ll be on the couch napping if you need me damn that soup was so good so much better than panera

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forgive me the dirt the ink beneath so many pages laced in lead I owe pulp mills an inheritance of words left & yet strands, strings stretch across alleys rain-wet & trodden by feet soot-shod in cacklejack bookfires

board of trustrees every oak an incorporation of light

clout is like your belly button: you are either in or you are out but no one gives a damn except during sex & even then it’s a nice accessory to have to prove you’re human so don’t make a fuss unless you want […]