We watch from below through the sheen of warm
blood flowing out of a harpy eagle: your focus and
jawline so sharp that we anticipate them to cut the
sky open and all of your desires will hemorrhage
down, but you forget that every time they are hoped
for, the only sensation throbbing through you is
Read MoreHe eats sour cream & onion potato chips as if his life depends on it
So I ask him if angels can die and he shakes his head so
slowly I almost swerve off the road trying to catch it
“People like me just get reborn as another sad child,” he whispers,
Read MoreTwo poems by Nicole Gerber: "summer —" and "pain.”
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keep quiet or else
she’ll rat you out
scurry and hide behind closet doors
under beds and pout
Read MoreMa despises
when I use my chopsticks to drum
tea cup, saucer, and bowl flipped upside down
despises my dim sum dishware concerts
clink clang clack
Read MoreTwenty half poems
on crinkled receipts
a cross-stitch of words loose
memories bleeding
through the fine line
Read MoreConversation with My Eyelashes: The place where you touch. Your delicate lines. My fine dark arcs. You flutter and float. Grant wishes. Give warnings.
and Conversation with Her Body and Conversation with My Left Leg.
