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

Levitation; love makes it work; Shoulder up tonight and pure; Tryin to haul the same light; Tonight, the ocean; In the dimming light

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

i hate boarding school

Kaiju Empowerment: Mothra’s Plan to Rejuvenate Earth

Woodcutter; Moncton

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

On the Market; The Hum

You Are Very Bad at Writing

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)

The Suicide

You & Me & the Mannequins; Kitchen Date

Guess What

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

The Monsters Are Here

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