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Instructions for Wooing Me (Monster That I Am)

I am a pornography of small promises, the chugging gin of the universe.

Insurgent

I roam the dirt with the law in my teeth, a widower in search of a widow.

Intercourse

I roll lactic bubbles under my face with rose quartz, fuck a pillow in sleep.

Interior Design and Other Poems

I realized you were my fourth love, and the system was always doomed.

Intertext

This box is full of wires, energy that moves in ways I can hardly fathom.

Interview with a Moron

Interviewer said he had no intention of stealing anything from Subject.

Intimate Tyrannies

Unwall the summer in blue threading, gift of someone who loved me.

Into the After

I wondered if the coyotes and deer were mourning the loss of Steve.

Into the River Again

My mother used to cry in church seeing a child walk down the aisle.

In’din Curse

May your wife remove her shirt and have an affair with a tornado.

Is It Okay to Be Okay Again?

We know that we were lied to, the disaster was worse than we feared.

Islands

My wife fell in love with a dancer. A woman. I came here to get away.

Isolation

She sips the coffee and thinks about throwing herself off the balcony.

It began right here.

I let him record me doing it all. I wanted to watch me be a monster.

It Might Be a Hurricane Year

she was right—hurricane being the name of the feeling, the twist of it.

It’s a Young Country

We say America you are magnificent and we meant we are heartbroken.

Jackpot

Don’t start conversations or attract attention. Don’t be suspicious.

Jakob Poem 4

I will leave the pills in their bottles, I will leave the bottles by my bed.

Jane

It changes nothing. It’s nasty shit, and you’ve gotta get clean.

Jane’s Story

I’d done what no woman of my race and social station had ever done.

Jealous Husband Returns in Form of Parrot

I was the man in her life. I know I’m different now. Now I’m a bird.

Jellyfish Movement of Ghosts

I taste on my tongue a gunshot of synapses warm and light like butter

Jesus and the Internet

Someone says Jesus is bread. He is also suffering. He is like the Internet.

Jimena

I never left my wife, and she never left me, but this isn’t exactly true.

Joe Brown

The boy in the woods was a secret. My secret. My first real secret.

Johnny, Hit and Run

I didn’t know that by falling for you, I was falling for your demons too.

Jumpseat Stories

There’s something about traveling by plane. People tell their secrets.

Just Before War

He ached to move into and out of her body and make her feel him fiercely.

Just Going Out

I put my hand on my stomach and had an image of the melting snowman.

Kaleidoscope

they released themselves so knowingly into the soft wet air