Famous

“My parents are famous,” Chanel boasted. She stood on the dirty steps of Hollywood High school. A minty Newport dangled from her glossed lips. Her thin legs were wrapped in torn fishnets and she wore an oversized Sonic Youth shirt, belted into a sloppy dress. A mural sprawled behind her, acrylic and stucco images of … Continue reading Famous

Hat Envy

            —Wearing a large hat, Aretha Franklin sang             for President Obama’s Inauguration, 2009 Aretha, people were talkin’ —a profusion of poems, a billion blogs— they saw your hat as a political statement. They might’ve been right, but I have my own views. I bet you wore that hat for the natural woman in you. We’re not … Continue reading Hat Envy

Dear John Cusack

Thank you for age sixteen when I, bashed apart by loneliness, curled up in your dark hair and white skin and the spaces between your crooked teeth. We expected more of you, us dollar-store girls, dictionary hoarders, cat-eye marble, library lovers, trapper-keeper, SWAK, pleated skirt, tattooed snake, rebel lolitas without a cause. It’s one thing … Continue reading Dear John Cusack

SELF-COLLECTION CEREMONY

The possessor is desolate without me: a picture:                 a pickpocketing where the pocket is stolen, its contents left intact. This is almost about                             something but then not as I shift to another thing: another picture: little box like a pin cushion but not                 prickly: lacks tacks. Little box exactly like a mouth, a compiling of … Continue reading SELF-COLLECTION CEREMONY

The Second Death

imagine a warship—heavy with cannons, overgrown with gold. imagine its heavy body, its mossy stomach— dipping in and out of the water like a swan. imagine the first voyage—the dock a confetti of color. a girl blows a kiss—her breath mixing with the spray. remember how mermaids wink from the ship’s prow, how sea monsters … Continue reading The Second Death

Mirror, Mirror

There was a kingdom in the clouds. Cradled too close by mountain peaks, the populace throbbed at the brim. Houses climbing cliffs like animals escaping. Each year rooftops rested closer to the stars; each year tunnels rooted deeper into stone. Tremors shivered through glass and steel. Engineers and architects calculated loads in the margins, torque … Continue reading Mirror, Mirror