Buried in the sand at the end of my street, under the east pole of the volleyball net, growing fins.
Just Do It,
How the heart speaks when it's really raw. It's like a hammer.
Cuerpo de Hombre,
Index: The Sexual Life of Reginald M.,
Dream of My Cousin's Wedding
Look in the back of the book, think to the back of your mind.
Darrah de jour
Where Art Thou?
Underneath there's a cool killer.
D. Antwan Stewart
On this day of rings and white ribbons...
Defenses on Breaking Up with Diaghilev,
The Day and its Divisions
Things of my room, turning around, like flying over a thousand faraway lands.
Gray stone set before you with a diamond at its core.