Sexy Poetry

            Marg dances. Old sagging bones shudder, rags as well. I opened my door for this?             I invite her in, but she pulls me outside. I don’t want to go to her apartment, but that’s where we are.             Marg is a hoarder. Every part of the apartment is full. We travel the maze,…

The Arms of Village

            In a field full of garbage, when you stoop to retrieve an aluminum can with your lips, you taste a little of what once was in there.             What you taste is not what you buy, though.             For EEEE, the field is behind him, but he remembers. He remembers makeshift boots made of…

42 Minutes

The sack of mangosteen falls to the ground and a fruit rolls out. Farel slams it with a rock and scoops out the rind, more sweet than oranges. Sweating on the ground, under the shade of trees in the noontime sun. Evergreens bend with more fruit. Next to him, a broad leaf. He moves it…

Ever-Burn

            At 3 am in the morning, there is a knock on Benny’s door. It interrupts a dream of silk mountains, and he sliding down them on a plastic food tray. He’s snacking on a cucumber.             He wakes up. “I hate cucumber!”             He peers through the eye-hole, and opens the door. On the…

The Big Game

            Jin-Soo taps an apple with the golf club. It flies over the sidewalk and onto the lawn, rolls for a bit, disappears into a hole. He shuffles backwards a step, takes aim at another apple, and swings. It vanishes too.             The sidewalk is getting cleaner, he thinks. Above him, a crab apple tree…