I’ve decided
to waste my life again
like I used to
Genre: Poetry
Five things you didn’t know about water
The surface tension in a drop of water is enough
to hold a world in,
if the world is small enough
A cubic meter of salt water contains five hundred million tears
and tears are what you are made of — salt and water and pain and relief
The Multitude
In these cities of shadow and ebony,
Where prodigal lights shine forth,
In these cities, which thrash about,
With their tears, their ruts and their blasphemy,
OPENING
The art on the walls is unremarkable
so you let the conversation flow
with yet again, “It must be wonderful,”
until again, “I really must go.”
STALEMATE
How can I hunger for this? Even the bread grows hollow, yeast over-risen,
bubbling into empty spaces. No food assembles here.
Sundays with the Pastor Gone, My Father Gave the Sermon
I couldn’t bear to watch him but couldn’t
not listen, so I’d squint at the gold cross
above the altar so hard its light splintered
across my eye.