This weekin live currentevents: your eyes.All power can bedangerous:Director alternating,you, socket to me.Plugged in and the gridis humming,this electricity,molecule-deep desire:particular friction, a chargestrong enough to stopa heartor start itagain; volt, re-volt–I shudder, I stutter, I...

All the black leathershe needsis the E-Z boy reclinerwhere her love is parkedwith one of his hands wrapped around a remote,the other, a bottle of beer.She’s right. It’s kinky.The way he doesn’t look awayfrom the...

GONE TO STATICit sounds better than it is,this business of surviving,making it throughthe wrong placeat the wrong timeand livingto tell.when the talk shows and movie creditswear off, it’s just me and my dumbluck. this morningI...

As she bends for a Kleenex in the dark, I am thinking of other girls: the girl I loved who fell in love with a lion–she lost her head over it–we just necked a lot;...

There is nothinggoing on. I took nothingyou wanted. You can’thave it back.

MY MOTHER GETS DRESSEDIt is impossible for my mother to do eventhe simplest things for herself anymoreso we do it together,get her dressed.I choose the clothes withoutzippers or buckles or straps,clothes that are simplebut elegant,...

you can take this mouththis wound you wantbut you can’t kissand make itbetter.

I KNEW IT WAS OVERwhen tonight you couldn’t make the phone ringwhen you used to make the sun risewhen trees used to throw themselvesin front of youto be paper for love lettersthat was how i...

come back so i can say yes this time do it again now that i know what to call what you didthis time i’ll be ready i like it rough now and i’m done with...