Promise me you won’t write a poem about me.
I, Iris
I am Iris, I thought. Iris is me, and Iris is in the wrong lane.
Haiyang
Don’t worry, I said, you’re the sea, and it’s impossible for the sea to drown. There’s nothing big enough for you.
Penis Candles
The hall closet candles are white, ten inches long, and shaped like penises.
The Gallery
Talk to me. Make me feel male.
Sometimes I Think You Don’t Love Me At All
That was the summer that Tim had a left hand full of broken bones.
The Beast of Ballyheige
He was from a generation for whom superstition and folklore were interwoven seamlessly into history.
Picasso to the Rescue
Terrible things have happened. Your expertise is required to set right the unhinging of our world.
Next Stop
I am a connoisseur of places to sit.
Drive-In
We both paused and stared at the screen in time for a bomb to burst, engulfing everything in white.