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Author Archives: perfectsublimemasters
Elegy for Sand
We have had too many accomplishments; time now to linger with our failures. The brass band boys beating their chests to death carry us too easily from these streets, carry us where there is no time for tears, no time … Continue reading
Luaineach
I have been presented with meat and entrails wrapped in old news It is a gift Skin soft and smooth and jacket removed Boiled and carefully beaten to death With heart I eat A crow left me a twig the … Continue reading
An aphrodisiac of any sort
I have an altar in my bathroom Which I pray to, sometimes— Locking the door behind me The soles of my feet clenching with my toes Against frigid tile floors Adorned with dew drops from the humidity of the shower … Continue reading
The men who touched me, static.
Am I not anything more than a fabric A series of fabrics, sewn together— Each fragment a portion cut from the spirit of a man Who I believed once loved me? A light rain gently sprinkles down outside Pitter-pattering on … Continue reading
Blue Whales
As you pilot us down Highway 1, our visit shamefully overdue—my mother fading— the kids bicker in the back. Sun ricochets from wave to wave, to our left hills rise toward the sky, studded with yuccas. I skim along coastlines … Continue reading
disco at the panic exhibition
pictures of my panic are framed in love and hung in museums I wouldn’t dare visit. one-woman frenzy, boulder of a bouncer on the door, strict policy. each evening I floss with the bones of extinct intimacy. late at night … Continue reading
passersby in new england
what is it to know that your hands have felt the future before you get the chance to? rough bodies and my hands grown dry, dry, dry in those augury patches snaking around my knuckles, that seem to threaten to … Continue reading
Fall Upon (an ode to november, 1833)
on the mountains you can see the city veins – that electric-glow-heart seething out pump pump into the ground. appalachia is mighty how she engulfs you while all you can do is watch cars fizzle out into the big, heavy … Continue reading
veins: a soiled genealogy
there are benefits of skin to skin with a father as with a mother. the skin beneath my collarbone feels cold in perpetuity. cold as though there is a missing piece, cold as though i am not to let it … Continue reading
Ballad of an Unwilling Seamster
How undignified Stitching on new buttons And relacing newly scuffed shoes By flickering neon lights In a Little Caesar’s parking lot With a desperation for new asphalt Handling fresh needles with Slick, shaky hands and no thimble Is a mess … Continue reading
Platinum, a Means for Catalytic Combustion
A mother sits by gate twelve, flight to Chicago, a baby in each arm, held as weights. And, I don’t care, for a moment, about manners or decorum or decency. I ask her, “What are their names?” For a moment, … Continue reading
Delivering a Eulogy in Joshua Tree
Maybe one day I won’t cry when I listen to Gram Parsons, as his voice scratches against me and aches to crack right open, & maybe one day I won’t beg my skin to hallucinate slick sensations which I’ll believe … Continue reading
Vignette In Which R.E.M. Is Not Playing
Maybe tomorrow NASA will tell us the world Is coming to an end: some meteor a promise Of a fiery demise. Poets will look up to ask Will we feel the burns, will we know it’s all over And the … Continue reading
boys who like other boys
“The narrative: two fresh-faced young men who love two beautiful young women and definitely not ever each other.” “and you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what … Continue reading
feverfew
my mother told me to swallow pain with eight ounces of water each day. we used to look at the sun till our eyes burnt and only when the flame started to melt our fingers, we could flinch back. I’m … Continue reading
Ladies Nights
In dive bars we scoot our barstools closer so the other patrons won’t overhear when we whisper about the girls from out of town tiptoeing in their high heels on the uneven cobblestone streets. We taste each other’s cocktails, the … Continue reading
Adolescent unit
i. (before) Your sorrow not knowing itself, just outside of my reach – I want to inhale it from your bent form, to siphon the sting and to know – My child born in light I would sing you to … Continue reading
Cavern
1 A half-mile more, and the strand peters out; eroded cliffs, stumps of the primal sierra, ram against the ocean full tilt; the vacant headlands mount in cyclopean stairs, furred by stiff-necked ferns; ashen beaches shrink to frazzled hems, blackening … Continue reading
The Secret Name
Luz Divina, Plaza Drake, June 1991 It’s just like Chiara to drop out of the sky, after three months who knows where. She could’ve called me yesterday, at least. She shows me no consideration—as usual. Que falta de respeto! Like … Continue reading
Tributary
The trees undressed for winter And the mirrors prepared for silence. The eye of the lens blinked at last So now it’s time to rest for a long moment Under an earth that bathes nightly In blankets of stars. The … Continue reading
You Said Dad Broke Down the Door
I remember the broken latch differently all the times you repeated that story and then you repeated the story differently rubber mallet floating above his hands raised over spilled milk with the ladder jutting between pool water and my drowning … Continue reading
a vase of burl wood
unusable unstable rocking on festered mounds I do not flower red poppies, do not hold steady stately roses In the window of a downtown boutique my walls warmed the sunlight lacing through patterns netwing on my weightless side This is … Continue reading
My Body, Myself
unconscious across the plaza grounds across the grasses clinging to my hem like the children I’ll never have, I drag myself, my eyes focused on nothing—on everything— lamp-hot concrete rasping calloused fingers, the shadow of a man watching as I … Continue reading
Cupboards
I am the not-remembering, a cracked glass sitting bereft on a shelf, having mastered the art of a smile so well no one can tell I can’t tell who they are. ask me again if I remember and I can … Continue reading
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