from here

rummaging can be
an act of time travel
especially the basement,
where the past
dwells in the dark.
in an old letter
from eva + baby,
she calls me a fabulous person.
it's nice to be called
a fabulous person
by a woman you don't know
but you help her anyway
in the dead of night.
all I was looking for
were my old paddles.
later, during dinner,
lauren notices some
blood on my neck.

water has many uses
if a masked man comes
splash his face with water
ever wear a wet mask?
it's like waterboarding yrself
in the dark afternoon,
I help another woman
cigarette in my teeth,
metal pipe in my wet hands
breaking up the black
glacier that encased her car
she asks me where I'm from
my puffy hands stung red
from the ice and pipe steel
I didn't wanna get into it
I say I'm from here

transparent night

Hey, can we chat?

there's no one here to see me as a dumb transparent

the mirror reflects back a tiled bathroom

your scent catches me quickly––

when I sniff at my cat, I sense his nervousness

he doesn't want me to think him unclean

but anyways, what's new with you?

what have you heard? the new girl on the block

with the giant Great Dane, dropping great loads

on the corner. In my anger, I thought if I were mayor

nobody living downtown would have two dogs

or maybe you get taxed for each additional dog

but turns out the epstein list is everybody

the neo-nazis and the zionists are takin' up all the ping-pong tables

they have bad form and even worse sportsmanship

and let's not even talk about style!