Picking The Hairs Of You Out Of My Teeth

picking the hairs of you out of my teeth I am not smiling, but wonder where is true love hiding? because it wasn't hiding in there   (from my book Beautiful Graveyards, Farfalla Press)

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we are this blood

we are this blood   your love has shunned our outlet mall leaving me still dressed in last summer’s Don Johnsons unable to eat more than four burritos in three sittings   while you sit inside your own dreams of a somewhat more exotic JC Pennys sipping mai tais out of mug shaped training bras …

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While Watching Birdman (or: and also a couple of scenes from Jaws 3)

note: the following was written a few nights ago by Jonathan Montgomery, Shayna Lynn, and me after reading poetry on the radio (link to listen pasted down below) and then going back to my place and watching Birdman. While Watching Birdman (or: and also a couple of scenes from Jaws 3)   “You’re drinking? “I’m …

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