My mother gets hopeful after every hurricane.

The fur of our sins is a little bit shiny.

goddammit look at
the crowd, tights and miniskirts,
girl jeans on bored boys - when
did the literary life get so popular?
flash art tattoos & pulitzer poets

                “according to reliable sources”*
I’m already far away from myself
                but I still feel me lying here
                the one hand
                               mine
longingly around my balls                        
            the other
                        mine
at my ear                       
                the insertion point
                into me

They would have had much, but they would never have had language between them.

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Joanna Fuhrman vs. Sharon Mesmer! Poetry fight of the century!

See underwater and also under Under.

in the driveway

I’m old and I want to feel things.

down in Boston all I did was die

I was just remembering houses
I died in.