"The world wants our marrow / then to spew us into Gehenna. / That is all. / The world’s to-do list? / A nose ring in the snout of a pig being led to slaughter..."
"a limbless thing, / a flushed pink tube / that bristles & grows / symmetrical, / that wiggles rings / around your heart / & drums around, / but dim. & in the rain / joy arrives—"
The beautiful outlaw, a lipogram that does not use the letters in the subject’s name (in this case, the name of an endangered species) explores what happens when what is endangered is instead absent—gone.
"too many notifications but waking up to an empty phone is vacuums / sucking butterflies I am the same thread flushed and forgotten by the space / I used to occupy..."