Gay Standard Time

the gays make plans for brunch and when the heteros are upsettero because said gays are late the gays explain that they meant 11 AM G.S.T. G.S.T. is a queer unit of time which means Gay Standard Time or whenever is convenient for my gay ass G.S.T. continues to perplex horologists (horologists are time scientistsContinue reading “Gay Standard Time”

Monday Night Dive Bar

entourage of one he sings a karaoke Hallelujah a Monday night mass a church under new denomination faith gave me up over a decade ago but the rituals beg to be remembered the body of Christ as overpriced Pringles grape juice blood as pickle-pear shots this fraternity of broken singing to fill the neon litContinue reading “Monday Night Dive Bar”

promise: (v) to let go

(a pleasure activism exercise) I’m at a Marriott in Pueblo putting lotion on my nipples before bed when it hits and I’ve learned I’ve got to write it down when it hits I’ve lost too many poems to I’ll remember it in the morning and, like, I don’t know if you know this but it’sContinue reading “promise: (v) to let go”

Heirloom Tomatoes

I’ve been spending a lot of time with the word unravel I like the way my tongue tosses the syllables holds the spool tight on the roof of my mouth flicks it into the universe off my bottom lip my great-grandfather, Gilpin Red was Colorado’s middleweight champion made a name for himself giving blokes aContinue reading “Heirloom Tomatoes”

The Uncertainty of Our Futures

For Taryn Kahle sweltering hour beads of sweat lick my sunburnt nape paddle and soap dish in hand off some nameless bank I slip into the Colorado the Grand the Rio del Tizon the Maricopa the cool lifeforce of this southwest desert as easily as I do into freshly washed sheets naked embraced sweet surrenderContinue reading “The Uncertainty of Our Futures”

The Laundry Load

there are days when i wake up buried in laundry under ultraviolet light these clothes would show a bloodbath there’s no delicate setting on this spin cycle impossible to separate childhood from the whites from you quit softener and dryer sheets years ago because it all comes back the same one time in fourth gradeContinue reading “The Laundry Load”

There is Joy in Sadness Too

today i cried the sudden out of nowhere wasp sting between the fingers COVID swab up the nostril kind of cry for the man on the bridge was a titan of grief propped up on six legs nothing special about today or the bridge or the man or the tears just that the medication seemsContinue reading “There is Joy in Sadness Too”

ALL THE WRECKAGE WE’VE WROUGHT

i don’t know what tomorrow brings the breathless ache of begging pardon from the departed or the lips of beautiful boys in dive bars pressed to poem taught me it’s apt to be neither the good or the bad or the absolution desired how many hours did i chase both (hours and hours and hoursContinue reading “ALL THE WRECKAGE WE’VE WROUGHT”