strangers in sandals
they both have short stubby toes
related by feet
warm spring afternoons
teachers turn the lights off in
elementary schools
he’s wild, wearing a
hearing aid and an earring
both in the same ear
cigarette butts in
the canister of frosting
outside her front door
Scented conifer—
pine tree smells like strawberry.
Car air freshener.
rush hour commute
pulled the RR bus over
used an ATM
—When you cut carrots
how deeply do you feel them?
—As my soul is, deep.
I see you staring
at the haikus I’ve written
on my syllabus
Four interns in suits
walk side-by-side like a bad
Tarantino sham
Sunday, 6 p.m.
Outside my bedroom window
I hear a sprinkler.
What is politics?
The art of compromising
with man, or beliefs?
with a baker’s cap
he’s mixing concrete powder
to build a sidewalk
cold morning in spring
feels even colder when I
shut off the shower
The cowboy changed lanes
and didn’t check his blind spot.
I nearly perished.
the golden hour—
the sweet smell of cut clover
and charcoal briquettes
Employees: wasted.
Gave us the wrong DVD
and we accepted.
Blitzcat went missing.
I was the last to see him
at seven a.m.
our universe is
a musty elevator
open between floors
Vanilla-mint love—
eating tic-tacs like cocaine….
Is it Thursday yet?
bricks, hot in the sun
ants and spiders, weedy cracks
I lean against them
a boy's dreams shattered:
he dangerously in love,
she wifed by Jay Z.
In a traffic jam.
Hot as hell. Stuck behind a
dude towing a boat.
the smell of coffee
on a cold, rainy morning
makes life not so bad
Korean pianists—
those bright oversized handbags
those pointy sandals
An awkward moment:
that guy is staring at me;
he doesn’t know it.
“I love to bake cakes
in the shape of animals.
Dinosaurs the most.”
acquaint yourself with
the neglected parts of your
daily living space
She left. Not a word.
Went shopping for “do me” heels.
Found out that they work.