Poetry

Two Poems

brutality. Sunless parade                          of the poor. So today,
I do not question the Reaper      or its iron want. The metal giant
can try to save us            from ourselves. I cannot see
an end without total                                   destruction.

How to Tank in Overwatch 2

There is nowhere to run
except forward. Oh, to be a man
again and take up so much space.

Missing Crooked

For so long, I’ve scoured
thumbprints on maps, empty

corridors, boats in harbor, constellations
that refuse to navigate. Thick with shrapnel

and gutted like a shoe
without laces, I stumble, call for you

FREEDOM

I am harboring guilt over the hundreds & hundreds
of Pokémon trapped inside of their Poke balls trapped

inside of my phone. I want to say something important
like “Pokémon is capitalism” or “Pokémon is imperialism”

or—worse—“Pokémon is slavery,” but what do I know,
what can I know. History is a box. I am looking inside.

Two Poems

The god flood comes, beloved—hold my eyes
on your eyes, within your eyes—hold
my limbs as they wooden, build up
a soft mist, rippling pools, thick vines
to spool my low cries as my lungs evolve