Elegy for Home

Elegy for Home

To the age of hands and animals laying open the fields,is as far back as I know my family. From a languagethat is my heritage, from a language I cannot readis the marriage record in our family Heilige Schrift.When I hold it in my hands I hold generationsof ancestors....
Notes Toward a Queer Physics

Notes Toward a Queer Physics

quantum bits:the either/and/or particles of beinginstantly transmitted across space—attraction’s valences revealed onlywhen observed LGBTQIA+encryptions too deep to hack:the anywhere between M and F,the Mother Father God please quitasking what I am other thanestranged...
Proper Burial

Proper Burial

When we turn the earthin our yard for garden,the last tenant’s burials emerge as bones.Let us say some wordsfor every creature that breathed its last, for the rabbits, birds,and squirrels, for the dogand the stray cat that came for mice and rest,when the dog was...
Let My Hands Too Bring the Day

Let My Hands Too Bring the Day

The red edge of morning, like a razor,slits the dark. No more excuses. TodayI will be sharpened. I will be moremyself as I would be. No espaliered intent—centered, leaning into each momentthe way a ladder leans toward the windowof a burning house; I claim the...
Saint Simone

Saint Simone

She starved herselfthinking about grace.How difficult it was to be nothingbut flesh: prickly, contrarious,pretending to get by on cigarettes and headaches.As a student, she witnessedthe heedless velocity of factories; of campaignspreparing to turn peopleinto things....