I love expectation // beauty subsumed
Before I am beautiful I'm in the hairdresser’s chair, / perched atop two phone books, holding my ear. My reflection / in the bathroom mirror is a landscape painting.
It’s not the contraption itself that I love—this pair of shells of steel and lace—but the woman who measures me and tests my straps as if armoring me for battle.
James Baldwin once said that he wasn't able to really write about America until he left America. And I have this feeling that if you’re in a place...
I repeat to you, ladies and gentlemen: the State of the Author is strong. And with the unlikely help of every last one of us...
SAFE Employees make a SAFE railroad. With SAFE employees, a railroad devoid of any mechanical safety devices CAN and WILL be operated safely.
When I need my mother most
I climb inside my mouth
turn left at my incisor teeth
turn right at the ghosts of both
and find her dancing under
the chandelier of my uvula.
Love, I’m a musky vermouth, palm of discount / stars, instruction manual for low-end vibrators / which is to say, my frequencies have slowed / down to the flutter of a junebug’s libido
The poems of Lost Privilege Company appear under the signature of the Blunt Research Group, an anonymous, contemporary collective of poets, activists,…
I think of poetry as musical language, close to every day speech but of a higher order, with a system of notation.
That exalted moment when, out of nowhere, you are obliterated—completely, blissfully destroyed—by a voluptuous euphoria. A lightning flash of inspiration.…