Sparks

That is our body, there are fuses–sometimes the arcing electricity is blinding,blows cicuit breakers breaking under the weightof secrets and sorrow and singularity Sparking, this is my bodyin the shadows This is my body that confusesand confesseslights up the darknesswith quick flames — that lick the sore spots This is my body a confessionan omission…

another suitcase for my grandma

6. WHEN ——– I want////to gothey faded, the polaroids of the beach that day you, the [ ] housewifewho never liked to cookthe cracks–gaps–your face–un-famil-ythe way the breath just stopped. dulling varnishthe lacquered box blackcabinets barelooked backholding on———-the pain open rusted clasps curl yourself inside its walls.

EOAGH is out

reading launch for EOAGH: A Journal of the Arts, Issue Three: Queering Language Saturday, March 24th, 6pm to 8pmROBIN’S BOOKSTOREhttp://www.robinsbookstore.com/108 S. 13th St.Philadelphia hosted by Tim Peterson & CAConrad Readers will include:Dodie Bellamy, Kyle Conner, CAConrad, Jim Cory, Sarah Dowling, Maria Fama, Chris Gullo, hassen, Mytili Jagannathan, Anne Kaier, Candace Kaucher, Erica Kaufman, Kevin Killian,…

two new suitcases

4. He will want–a sweater for the evening–milking the cows, feeding the catsthe morning–eggs and toastthe routine breaking apart She lived in———-THIS IS A JAIL–I want to—freedom of movement It is a grazy day–on the coast, the clouds condensered sliding, white shudders He was there for so long,then gone—the soft-sided bags expand, take on new…