paper lizards



after she stumbles we both stop 

it’s a tack she says picking up that tiny blue I guess kids are pulling them down she stretches to the top of the board reinserting the construction paper lizards leer and form orange-tongued hisses I nod I get it I understand

there are days when the air is so full so heavy with voices sound words metal simply pops out reptiles fall down little feet crush what gluesticks stuck together it’s hard to hear to feel your own lungs breathe you just walk on 

please save all the data to the disk

if there’s a penguin on the tray it’s snowing but no one has coats when the bell rings this isn’t a talking time we are quiet mice yet syllables rise syllables fall consonants and high-pitched vowels melt together on our tongues

the cafeteria will furnish bagged lunches

green papers wave now everyone turn face the building we don’t know we don’t get the message but what does it matter lead us back to our seats to the carpet quickly quietly now everyone sit down now everyone      breathe

the last person in closes the door

wordle 291


red rover


I dare you to
remember the blue
grass our bare
feet that kid
cooler than we’d
ever be parked
in his trans
am still
waiting on
waiting on
the thunder

those sec-
onds stolen
the street
lights and
time it’s time
to go it’s
to go home
send tommy
right over



PAD #8 (dare)

carrot cake


I wish that I had
you don’t know one-
tenth of all
of this

what will it take for you to trust
what will it take for you to believe

remember when you knew
that fairies live in the mossy
crooks of trees
that lions just can’t wait
to be king

that’s what I mean
I tell you the

that’s what I wish for
you blow out those




PAD #5 (vegetable)


by the time you read this, I will have rolled off the cliff and into the sea. when they speak of me, they will speak of a hill. they will speak of a river, thick and slow with its own gravity. they will not understand why the gentle, leveling slope was not enough. they won’t know that since the day I was born, I’ve never been able to capture my own moon.


a knock at the door —
these old bones that just won’t




PAD #4 (departure)