"These oblong, insistent glories. A bouquet for every occasion. Every snack, morsel and meal."

"A lover who knows nothing about balance

(not saying I do) 

tells me this fucks 

with the hair’s pH."

“It was May. Yew hedges reached with chartreuse fingers / and lilacs spun gauze shrouds.”

“These poems take/borrow/steal/repurpose words, phrases, sentences, images, ideas, etc. from The Diaries of Lord Lugard, Volume Four as well as the personal journal I kept in 2018, during my residency at MacDowell (previously MacDowell Colony).“

“For some time, two trains at similar speed / allow a long glance through the fog-thick night / into the warm capsule of red vinyl seats / zipping up the New Haven line.”