Category: Poetry

For the first time in a long time I’m listening  to the radio – I am new to this city and familiar with only my body – the DJs are still beat up over the unearthing of jazzy Lazarus.
Beside me you stir, sigh as you stretch. Outside, clouds roll past like your breath, crossing the sky between my shoulders. I’ve got places to be, but there’s  still a little time, so I settle into the heaven of
with all the people I’ll never be: local legend, glad-hander, open armer, yah boy The virtuoso, soft heart, mystery  Magnet, statue, prairie fire Coyote, salmon, creek, midnight wish   An apophatic prayer, Whispered in Times Square Start walking, In
The whole drive back, we say nothing. The dead, brown grasslands roll by, bleakly faded by the southern sun.   Alan, out of drugs, dry-mouthed, and frowning, drowns in the glare of the bleached white road. Jack, holding a

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