when asked how I became the poet laurate of this Caffé Nero

no one else wanted the job of eulogizing over-caffeinated high school studentstruggling to manifest her parents’ failed dreams of celebrating the widower and divorcee on their first date—the tan lines ill-faded from ring fingers almost touching of explaining the long,...
Eggs Are For Mourners

Eggs Are For Mourners

Photo: Antony-22, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons Because one death will inevitably make you think of the others. When my father told me he didn’t know how to mourn his brother, it was a question of process not emotion. He was not asking a philosophical...
Rome Alone 2: Lost in New York

Rome Alone 2: Lost in New York

Photo: Wilfredor, CC0, via Wikimedia Commons I walk to Trevi Fountain alone so I can find Phoebe Bridgers and Paul Mescal and proposition a threesome. My family’s flight from the States was delayed by a day, so I have nothing to do tonight except walk, which I do, and...
Ship In the Plains

Ship In the Plains

Photo: Petar Milošević, CC BY-SA 4.0, via Wikimedia Commons three were houses of worshiptri su bile bogomoljeone mosque, and two churchesdvije crkve i džamijaI do not know whose will was itzbog ljudske il’ Božje volje?that my soul those plains traverses?među njima...
Altar to Liberty

Altar to Liberty

Photo: David Shankbone at English Wikipedia., CC BY 2.5, via Wikimedia Commons The ghost of Sarah Wells, underdressed and out of place in her skinny jeans, doesn’t like to hang out by her grave in Green-Wood Cemetery. The cherry blossoms, contemplative waters, and...