New Poems

BHL & Oxford, NC

I want to be Charlie Rose,

a lot.

Have a farm in North Carolina,

get too excited around architects.

Just don't want to be friends with BHL.

Don't like BHL.

In remembrance of lemonade and gin: the Chicago spring.

When we dance we dance
a dance of windmills,
stationary and flailing,
We "produce that energy."
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Floods and tulips and still lives,
I get life's brevity.

I dislike Arne Glimcher viscerally.

"China is so

 fresh

 and honest

 and real."

It Doesn't Make Any Sense Because You Are Smiling.

You "flick off"

the camera in

multiple (!) profile photos

in such a way that

the knuckles

of your index and ring fingers

are at different heights

and the index

is notably higher.

Ineffable

feelings of 

confusion & concern.

I really think I need

to be there 

for you.