"They said I could be a feminist / as long as I don’t talk about this black girl body."

Dear Pierre, Couldn’t help but think of you when Lester declared that settlers don’t need storytellers when they have engineers to project mythologies.

Camping with the family.

"Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad thing at all, to sink to the bottom and fill with water, and be still."

Meat Loaf and Michael Bay meet at cocktail hour to discuss destiny, metaphysics and the limits of love.

Choose your own after-school adventure.

"Yesterday evening you spent in conversation with Cleverbot, a chatbot capable of more-or-less coherent conversation."

Vegas’ Flashing Decadence and Victoria’s Frank Disinterest.

The colorful character list from "The Gang of Four: A Toni Damiano Mystery."

"Were not about space but territory not politics / but police borders bodies while debates / about acts were completely saturated."

"as if I could feel pretty or if being a woman / was being beautiful, like pretty is something / I have access to in this body."

It could be pollution, or loneliness. / Or maybe bacteria. It could all be your fault.

"I do not intend to become the world’s greatest Indian orator. Maybe I might by accident."

There were always so many uses for things nobody seemed to want—old furniture, lamb heads and refrigerators with expired warranty.

Bryan Adams' "Summer of '69" reimagined as a sonnet.

Accidents are, by their definition, unpredictable affairs.

A reminder of high school, back fat and saggy tits.

"You are a well-respected man."

"Fog buries the hill / and I don’t know how to mourn a cat."

After the hurricane passes, Boogie Augustine puts beer in the truck and starts driving.

"italy—he says / that's where he left his finger"

"...no harm done, touch wood, count your blessings, rabbits’ feet."

A poem written on the bathroom stall in Chamberlain, Saskatchewan.

The hands of Google workers slipping into view.