Poetry

Everything Not Saved Will Be Lost

You, baby brother, who only liked to watch but never play, for hours on
end as an 8-bit fanfare blipped deep into the school night. I promised not to tell
mom if you didn’t & we were safe then from the dive-bombing

There Is a Forward Motion in Old Video Games

The surface is a knot
That tightens on one end while it loosens
On the other. The sky is full of ether.
Tubes lead nowhere. The wall persists.

Four Poems

I borrow my womb from
myself to be a nest for your thoughts. I want to exist as someone’s
metaphor.

‘Gotz’ & ‘Gamification’

Remember to feed it pills daily,
star any chart on an app. Pee on sticks
first thing each day. Aim carefully.
Wait a fixed amount of time.