Photo by Tang Yan Song / Shutterstock.com I imagine you back at home, keepingthe iPad tucked by your side, waitingfor the flip to green to show that I’m online. Even thoughI should be sleeping and I know you’ve done the time change calculation and imagined a clock...
4:31 PM-4:36 PM June 5th 2018 Outside my 2nd story window from Mokhovaya Ulitsa 32 in Saint Petersburg, Russia, there is a shawarma bistro, a butcher shop, and a bar called Bukowski’s. No joke. There is a man in a gray suit, a woman in a purple dress. Walking...
Photo by ibrar.kunri / Shutterstock.com This is where it was leading to: this quiet sunset sky, this beech & the bench underneath. Funny how you held my hand at the time of leaving it. Funny how I let you. All our favorite restaurants have discontinued. So much of...
Photo by ibrar.kunri / Shutterstock.com “lord, i worry / that love is violence.” —Jose Olivarez Love shows itself again while I’m in traffic. Words like خم & زلف& سنبلare not only beautiful again,but near. I can actually...
Photo by Alexanderphoto7 / Shutterstock.com quantum of pepper in a Bloody Mary so perfectequates tipsy to happyrolling down my throatin jeeps of pinwheel candyseducing stomachyou Sir be a fine mess belly blushing a baby’s pinkmy frame a door to seaweed pleasure to...
Photo by lit3rd / Shutterstock.com If I were an alcoholic in Japan, I would be very good at hiding it. The way I would be very good at hiding everything: my panic attacks, my tattoos, my scars. No one would ever see me cry. Let’s get some vodka, I’d say to my Japanese...
