One man’s part of another man is a slim vertex. An angled edge of a hair feather Where on he meets an agreement In passing graces or delusions

I used to live by the mountains, in Boulder, Colorado, with my mom. I remember how I’d felt before we moved out there — I thought, well, I’ll take acid and run up and down the mountain all the time. When we got there, when I actually sized it up, I was scared to do […]

“Hi,” she said. “I’m Holly Herndon. I teach English.” I said ‘hi’ back, very diminutively, as the condition of somebody walking on eggshells. I was, after all, in a high school. For years and years, I’d had the career aspiration to be a teacher, but had been held back continuously by the religious right in […]

I noticed something about life tonight: that it’s constantly, frivolously and aimlessly composed of bout of worship after bout of worship, until we all die. And in every place with more than one individual to choose from, it’s a mutually exclusive choice of whom to worship, and whom to tolerate, the “toleration” then rendered a […]

It’s Within These colors of brightness, boldness, opposites and statements, That I thought the crucifix across my face Would be bequeathed clemency In these close corridors where So many women turn abruptly, Turn in alarm, Where another creature Crawls out Of seemingly nowhere, of seemingly death, To fixate upon an unknown goal as if in […]

The most heart breaking thing Was when I knew that the tabernacle would not change me — I was looking at it as if within the center of desire Like an agent bound always to his jealousies and attritions To where even to walk the street seemed like just the half hock — Me stepping […]

And yes I guess it’s true she is just a facade, similar to how women don’t know how to use language, no one does, we just smile as we enter and exit surveillances with the vague proudness of a distant call in our minds — it hurts more when they’re shy, though, and their eyes […]

I kept seeing objects that were all the same, Little blue/white star shapes In pale porcelain, Unshining and embarrassed And I thought, Well this is wrong, Along With how the objects implied a certain intricacy Making them the works of a master And so I lashed out like a volcano, Thinking, Oh, This sameness, I’ll […]

i. I see the bird delighting in the tree In the goodness of rapture, Violent carnage, And in my mind My eyes converge upon its spot As if there is some essence In there Other than the primal cry, Other than the starving man in Indianapolis and other than That distant moon, so unknown and […]

That was what you wanted, Samuel L. Jackson, Just one more pay check — Just one more month in your expensive home In which you keep up with the Jones’s In the Hollywood myth That no “bad mother fu**er” Would ever give two sh**s about.