Daily Archives: May 26, 2019

Pfft

You trip into my tongue / I want to keep you there forever / Speak for me / Fill me with your balladry / Your saliva will grow fresh fruit / Under my stuttering gum /   Anastasia Jill is a queer writer living in

Jim

Jim’s hands shake As he sits in his plastic chair, His bald head speckled with white hairs, His eyes big and blank. I see him but I don’t see him often He keeps relapsing, disappearing I think about how it’s likely No one will find

re: deconstruction in D minor

we will start with something obvious something like why is love simply |||||||||||||||? why can be an adverb a noun an interjection & probably other things it’s shifty this one why begs for a reason re: Hachikō the Akita Inu who waited every day for

Amtrak as a Red Wheelbarrow

The average blink lasts one-tenth of a second, as fast as we lapse past each tunnel light. In the train car we’re in, zipping through New Jersey, I’m reading William Carlos Williams and falling in love with some boy’s eyes like molé sitting beside me,

Hypothetical Zombie Vacuum Salesman

What if the dead came back in the tune of your favorite song? What if they turned up on your doorstep selling vacuums and matchboxes that looked like bibles, their bodies shaped like your mouth when it presses against my skin? (Is that still considered

familiar

I whistle out into the night & it comes to me. a creature that already knows my intentions. its feet fit nicely into the divot made by my collarbones. it is like me: accustomed to dim light & hiding its talons. I am teaching it

Powdered Water

Dream a quenched love, gambit akin to chess, poured into a narrow hallway from some tall glass—a gauntlet, say. Not gantlet, two lines, men with sticks beating cuckolds, lechers, liars running by. Also, gimlet nearby—tool to glide inside a pretty package, bore the hole deep

Endnote

Dear child, I feel as if I only learned the stolen ways of silence, the trickle of a stream near frozen, I only learned that boiling water seals the deeply broken bones that cascade in open rebellion against the sworn shape of a body. The