GEORGE COSTANZA’S TWO PASSIONS; A24; LINES FROM THE WITCH’S CIRCLE; ON A WEDNESDAY NIGHT, OUTSIDE THE ONLY GAY BAR IN TOWN,; ON REGRET; THIS IS NOT A BLOWJOB POEM

Every scream that never / Hurt my throat; Some days, I wish to live

Candy Mountain For Poets; Petey; The Politics of Shaving My Balls

Heatstroke; Jishin (Earthquake); Red Flags

Cigarette Buds; The Maroon Cabin and a Photo of Natalie Portman

are we ever more than the light we make; Sisyphus; Suicide Note as Lipogram

It’s a world full of tourists ordering complicated drinks; Telling the Sky

The Winter Trail; Dirty Water; Like a Beat Dog; Lingering Cloud; Sadness in the Manistee

Bigjim367 Warned Me; I Am Your Postulate; Feeling Small; Honest-to-God Jesus Camp

A POEM IN WHICH THE “YOU” IS THE SAME “YOU” OF “IF IT MAKES YOU HAPPY” BY SHERYL CROW; MY IMPROV TEACHER TELLS ME: SOMETIMES THE EASIEST CHOICE IS TO MAKE THINGS WORSE; ODE TO TRIDENT; AT UNCLE KEN’S FUNERAL, ELIZABETH AND I BEGIN PLANNING OUR OWN; THE ARCHER

Icebox Envy; Eating dinner with my cat on a Thursday; Sundial

revelation in the shower; send gun control and gauze; Days on My End

i’ll just stand here with you, then; Will you forgive me, love?; Already; SILENCE; The Leaves Are Changing; POV: A poet in a statistics class takes terrible notes

A Poem in Which I Talk to Myself Just Like in All of the Others; D&C; I’ll burn my own funeral pyre; you unlock this door; Birth as a Trauma

Poem Where He Is a Rat; Early Bird Shift

sonnet 9.17; sonnet for running into your ex; 9.2 sonnet; dreaming of a thing they do not possess; Kid’s Clubhouse Academia, an afternoon show; scout

BIG SUR; TRACTOR BEAM; THIS MESSAGE WILL REPEAT; WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING; LES LÈVRES ROUGES (1971)

A CONVERSATION WITH A BUG RIGHT BEFORE I KILL IT; really ugly dog

DIY Poetry Kit (English edition); Big toenail clipping; Just before I went off to college, I would go out into the city and do stand-up at open mics. It took an hour to get there either way on a freezing cold train and none of the other comics ever wanted to talk to me. This one night I bombed so bad, I hid my head in my hands the whole ride home in case I saw someone from the audience. The next morning, I found my dad gardening, fighting a losing battle against Japanese knotweed. When he raised his arm in preparation to swing it back down, I noticed he wielded his machete in the exact same way I had held the mic stand. Alternatively titled: Haiku; My words are abandoning me; Black poppyseed for parakeets, White knuckles for pigeons; Apple

disposability culture; Love Song for Dean Young; darling, you exhaust me; suicide note #32; amnesty for bill callahan; on the moment of realization that you might miss me enough to ask me to come back to you; love poem for a modern man