66 Episodes
67 The Pull
68 You
three LIVE THROUGH
71 Holiday
72 Glare
73 The Eye
75 The New Zombie
77 Live Through
78 Not
79 Kingdom
80 Kingdom 2 (a poetics)
81 Kilter
82 Expression
83 Afterlife
84 Blessed
85 Clearance
86 Cloudless
87 Home
88 The Score
90 Fall
92 Exit Row
93 Deep Time
94 Device
95 Lounge Area
97 New Way
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
The author wishes to thank the editors of the following journals and anthologies:
Anthologies
The Best American Poetry 2014, Scribner, ed. David Lehman and Terrance Hayes
The Sonnets: Translating and Rewriting Shakespeare, Telephone Books, ed. Sharmilla Cohen and Paul Legault
Journals
1913 A Journal of Forms, 580 Split, Academy of American Poets Poem-a-Day, The Baffler, Blackbox Manifold, Boston Review, Burnside Review, Cambridge Literary Review, Chicago Review, Columbia Poetry Review, Conjunctions, Dusie Blog, The Fiddlehead, Grey Magazine, The Hat, Jacket2, Lana Turner, London Review of Books, Manor House Quarterly, N/A, The Nation, The New Yorker, The New York Times Sunday Review (April 15, 2012), Noö, Plume, Poetry Magazine, Public Space, The Salz-berg Review, Wave Composition, West Wind Review
one ITSELF
CHIRALITY
If I didn’t need
to do anything,
would I?
Would I oscillate
in two
or three dimensions?
Would I summon
a beholder
and change chirality
for “him?”
A massless particle
passes through the void
with no resistance.
Ask what it means
to pass through the void.
Ask how it differs
from not passing.
A CONCEIT
Local anchors list the ways
viewers might enjoy tomorrow.
One says, “Get some great …,” but
that seems like a stretch.
The other snickers, meaning,
“Where were you going with that?”
Like you thought
Like you could defend
vanity
in the sense of
idle conceit,
vacuous self-
absorption,
doing whatever
it takes to
whatever
because,
really.
As if to say,
“Conceit
is the vacuum energy.”
SPLIT
Because you dodge
yourselves
by branching,
(expelling particles
of light).
Because you split
no-difference,
sights strike me
as
A muscular gray cat
trots
along the top of
the cinderblock wall
separating my couch
from the supermarket.
25% say, “That’s
just it, Pam!”
I take these
white streaks
of truck
glimpsed
between branches
