The Bangalore Review

He broke my spine down the middle,folded me between vertebraelike a grocery listand carried me to the mountaintopwhere the ground is too hard to dig...

America’s coast is ragged at the bottomYou know this from maps, of courseBut you don’t know it until you fly down into Louisianaon a late..

i walk into the lake and die therethe search team drags nothingbut water to the shore i was just a kid after alland my blood..

Born between rivers, you are infinitelycultivated. Sand backwashed from the ocean. Good silt down from the plains. Fermented in Disneyworld bacteria, embryos fasciculate  in polluted foam...

Afterward, I weep into the mole It waits, in shadows of your wrist I smoothen it, lingering my teeth

I remember the air we lived in;the color of hyper, aqueous thin and glinting lifebut shake the razor globe, upend itand we were jim-jammed, shaky,unfounded,..

At 3AM sometimes I found the man sittingbleached in the light from the forecast on TV.There are no names for colors, he said,the first time..

Let heaven be a tune that belongs            to an eighteen-year-old boy who has never                        had his own room—until now.  He doesn’t even know himself well..

Sipping teain front of Sephora,with my husband,the third one. I watch the girls from the cosmetic counterhuddle together, dressed in black smocks,full painted lips, coal-colored..