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Like Rain

(Crocker Art Museum – Sacramento, CA –
October 2025)

I can’t live in your daydreams
there are still half-read books and half-drunk cups of coffee lingering on my shelves
unedited manuscripts begging for attention under piles of mail I promised I would open
research ideas that haven’t quite been fleshed out enough
I can’t subsist on praise and sacrifice alone
Need the warm sun, a cool breeze, and an ocean view to nourish my aching soul
I can’t live in your daydreams but I can be a featured player in your fantaisies
Call on me when the well runs dry
I’ll be there to flood your fields

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I don’t really understand astrology.

the universe is
an endless mystery
but people are all made up
of blood, bones
sinew and regrets
maybe it’s my scorpio rising
or my sagittarius moon talking
but it all just feels like
any other mythology
filling our great and desperate desire
to ascribe some reason to being
still, I’ll let you
tell me what my birth chart says
if it means I can
trace the outline of your body
without using my hands

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Sex Sells

(Camptonville, CA – June 2025)

you can make your art
make obscure literary references at brunch
drip poetry when you speak
but really all the people want
are the deepest
darkest parts of you
splayed out for them to examine
lurid tales of indiscretions
I am a difficult person
I am an endless void
always hunting in the dark
my mouth, a vault
of bittersweet words
I am a writer
and a scholar
and a slut
an eldest son, so forth and so on
but you just want to see me undressed
in the pale light of this room

 

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35

(South Lake Tahoe, CA – June 2025)

older now
but no guarantees
of growing any wiser
less garrulous, much colder now
with no respite on the horizon

burn my love letters for warmth
those words were soft and hollow
basking nude in the sunlight
gin-soaked sweat flowing from my brow

the vultures feast on me like carrion
licking my bones, until the flesh is gone
yet each bite makes me feel alive
never thought I’d get to 35