mad, bad, and dangeRous to ghaZal

i'd held my anger under so it couldn’t breathe. water went cloudy. bottom
chocked without complaint. and the surface reflected strangers before me


everyone is not everyone anymore, but byronic flesh lashed to
byronic bones. animated torches. flames of green leaves.


she said she should be doing work but was reading “this instead”
“this” was poetry. people…I mean, random people with poetry?


blue water, blue sky: blue eyes. then clouds, ice, and blinking,
blinking buoyant days. flash bulbs creasing shadows.


in a dream, so much volume came out of my throat
that a motorcycle’s get away went unheard