23 and You and Me

July 15, 2017

One look, one word
And I died everyday
I didn’t kiss you

Now, after 23 years

I still live
For one word, for one look
And for one kiss
To encode life
Into my 23 pairs

Decided: I Don’t Have To Die For You

Revenge Poem

What Happens When a Man–a Writer–Falls in Love With a Woman On the Internet?

When night and day Separated us Our whispers came together Crawling into each other’s bed Or was it my bed, and your chair? And then… “And then?” And then your hand reached Through static and...

For a “A Short Book of Negative Thoughts.”

From an email exchange with Dachu (my brother), dated 6th July 2013: Here is the first negative thought: I often recall that I feel immediately better when I leave things worse than I found them at first. For example...

If You Let Yourself Go Fat

If you let yourself go fat, and a bit of you begins to be amused by the world’s tantrums, And another bit of you is a witness to this amused you but in a passing way, then, my friend, there’s hope for you...

Strip, Strip Everything, Strip

Strip, strip strip strip Strip everything strip That look from the corner of your eye, strip That raising your eyebrow in a tease, strip Strip that microsecond look of longing at me, strip Strip that touching my...