Bio Note: My most recent book, Animals in English, poems after Temple Grandin, was published by Dos Madres Press in 2020. I am a co-founder of the CUNY Start program at The City University of New York, where I work as a professional developer.
Feel free to send me a heart with slut!, a wish with teeth, the rancor of an older gent who loves the Lord more than a steady diet of porn. Send lost passwords, last wills, proxies, prophesies, wild, inappropriate execs in floral tees who vape, cowboys who gaze at the horizon, mind the bottom line. As I was trying to end our fling, you cut me off—you needed to explain why you owned licensed guns and killed a man one hurricane- lashed night inside your GMC franchise, where you found out what happens when a massive thief refuses to obey your freeze. What kind of person waits there in the dark, armed in a storm? I didn’t ask, moving apace into ghost mode. The dead man was handsome, violet-eyed, blond, fresh from the prison gym & superbuff, you said, a formerly fat kid the whole town knew out on parole, which is who theft insurance is for.
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