META PITY PARTY

HER ART rides a polka-dotted bicycle past the absinthe drinkers & they ask themselves, was that a bell? They ask each other, was she naked, or not? MY ART sets aside a cloudy month to invent 30 contiguous ways to grovel without brushing dandruff off someone else’s black panties. HER ART uses mirrors to create…

ASH, OR TYPES OF SILENCE

DIES IRAE big drum rolls around behind your eyes even before robin #1 wakes up & hysterically greets sun rest between yips of anxious dog 3 streets over secret you kept so well you don’t know if you made it up quieter & quieter as death gets nearer & nearer to old ears underwater, considering…