WELCOME TO ROOM 0016
BIRKINS FULL OF CLAMS, BURNING DOWN THE HOUSE
Life is short, though I keep this from my children.
Good Bones
Rain is something we measure,
like silence. The way it swells with pure weight between us.
rain piece
like so many inflatable dancers
outside of so many used car dealerships
do horses have teeth?
About these thick-necks hung a suggestion of guns concealed beneath expensive jackets worn casually, as if they’d been born thick-necked babies and issued tiny expensive Italian shoes and immediately started chewing gum and being suspicious of the other babies in the nursery while waiting for the premier to come and find them so that the truly useful part of their lives could begin.
THE THIRD PREMIER
My brother believes caramel is the only thing a girl like me should suck on before sleep. Each night when our parents reduce themselves to dreams he lodges a candy between my teeth. "Bite down and this sugar will make you feel relieved to be alone in this world," he says, "then you will understand there will come a time when it will be you without me."
SIBLINGS
I've always wanted
to be photographed in Myrtle Beach.
Night, a lawn chair, in an open shirt,
bonfire with a woman over me
faces cropped from the scene,
my fingers up the outsides
of her thighs
and admirers.
[Then it occurred to me that the most important thing about the poem is the image at the end. At the time I wrote the poem, that's all I was trying to get to.]
REPRESENTATION
Hysterical laughter
driving on a highway.
Under the bridge hysteria.
HYSTERIA
On 12 November 2009, a home video was released to WikiLeaks, showing Vajiralongkorn casually dressed and Princess Srirasmi Suwadee wearing only a G-string, all the while being attended to by several formally dressed servants, celebrating the birthday of the prince's poodle, Air Chief MarshalFufu.
Text Gutes Sent Me About the Thai King
I wish it was 7 all night
Tarifa
It’s weird, this happens all the time
On Chloe
There is no perspective, no yesterday, and no tomorrow.
big flat now
Taking 111 pills a day, he’s a researcher and his own guinea pig.
death is a technical problem
It’s like asking what the inside of the great pyramid smells like.
Reddit Comment I Particularly Loved
I always, whether intentionally or not, started burning down the house.
sex money morals
Because nothing says “I love you” like a Birkin full of clams.
Let Him cook
Until your hands remember to take me back
inside my voice will remain as muffled as the birds. Can touch be a conduit for knowing.
Can rain.
rain piece
I am trying to sell them the world. Any decent realtor,
walking you through a real shithole, chirps on
about good bones: This place could be beautiful,
right? You could make this place beautiful.
Good Bones
He must be forever changed, we thought, entire fields of joy no longer his, every lovely thing tainted. But who could say? Maybe he walked around feeling like a hero. We had no idea.
THE THIRD PREMIER
“I look at that painting of a barn
and I can just about smell the hay.”
And those strawberries and the lemons,
the rind on that lemon stripped,
the curl of it.
I see that and I can
just about smell the gin.
I’m thinking about light at dusk, last light
PRIVACY
In an era before instant communication, there was no such thing as the contemporary. Each location had its own rhythms, isolated movements and private concerns
big flat now
How they died singing.
Blow it back
“The ability to view vast volumes of data and records from the past, as well as grasp a variety of positions on the future, means that there is no longer any meaningful separation between other eras and our own. Indeed, history is today understood as a kind of alternative present, still happening somewhere else.”
big flat now
Not everyone is a poet.
You have to touch up your roots.
You have to put your tongue
in someone’s mouth.
life