I have compiled a chapbook with my sister, entitled Big Bill and the Lonely Nation. Details about how one might purchase a copy are forthcoming. You won’t regret it. Or shouldn’t. Shan’t. Below is a poem from my portion of the monumental event in sibling literary history.
a coat of arms
makes me think of
latex coated arms
thrusted
into a fume hood
occupied by a french
girl smoking a
lavender cigarette
a hanging
makes me think of
a middle-aged man
in a windbreaker
bungee jumping
from his own tears & come
listing ‘adventurous’
on his e-harmony profile
jousting
makes me think of
the retro video game
and how ostriches are
both undeniably prehistoric
& futuristic at the same time:
the inevitability of a feature film
in the children’s section of a museum
it asked why animals may not like to
be contained & trained by humans
in the unmistakable curly-cue
handwriting of a little girl
where each end of a letter slid off into
a crescent moon unfocused on the
next letter until that moment comes
she wrote:
because animals like The Wild
