Small Fishes

I saw a picture of you today,that crow’s foot smile, your eyesblue behind wisps of bang,arm around his shoulder,same old still,and I felt nothing. But then again,I was small fish to fry,and you laughed and said no,you are a whale and went awaythat Tiananmen spring. And there was fear in your voice,strung out, evacuated, long […]

She Drew Me Thin

I am the stickman you drew as a kid, the one you flipbooked on the corners of every Christmas catalogue that hogged your time and pencil. Oh how smooth you drew me – and thin. And I remember when you gave me a bike, rolled me right off the page, right there at the hardwares […]

Of Roots and Bitters

So smooth and piquant then. Remember? Our love a puree of roots and bitters, quick peppered, swift boiled blobbed up and sulphurous. Melting the ladle, melting the pot, smoking the burner, firing the whole damn kitchen down. Yes, it still stings my lips, flaps on my uvula, something never fully swallowed but scorched on a […]

Imagining a Girl

She had a long bore smile, a smoker’s laugh, and a posture born of whips and taking it. She had a red onion mind, a carrion wit, three prison-ink vines on her hip. Her scent – a pudding of ash and caramel, hints of road slag, burnt rubber and mint. She’ll cut your face for […]