TO THE COP WHO READ MY TEXT MESSAGES:
I STILL REMEMBER YR FACE. WHITE AND PINK AND SOFT
W GREY HAIR. U COULD BE MY POETRY PROFESSOR, MY
SUGAR DADDY IF U HELD ANOTHER SYMBOL OF
POWER BETWEEN YR THICK HANDS KNUCKLES THROB-
BING ADRENALIN PUMPING WITH THE EXCITEMENT OF
FINALLY CATCHING ME. IF U HELD A BOOK OR YR COCK
INSTEAD OF A BATON CUMMING AFTER ME. I LUST AFTER
THE MOMENT I CAN BECOME INVISIBLE AND PLUNGE A
SCREWDRIVER INTO YR EYEBALL THE ONE ON THE LEFT
THAT GLIMPSED ME FROM AROUND THE CORNER OF THE
BUILDING WHOSE SHADE I SPRINTED UNDER A SCREW-
DRIVER WITH A FLAT HEAD TO SCRAPE AGAINST THE
INSIDE OF YR SKULL WHILE YR LEFT EYE WATCHES FROM
A CRACK IN THE SIDEWALK.
I HAVE TOOLS TOO.
TO THE BRO POET @ MY READING LOOKING @ HIS IPHONE:
CAN’T WAIT TO SHOVE THAT IPHONE BETWEEN YR 6TH &
7TH RIBS. LET’S SEE HOW IMPORTANT YR FAKE FRIEND’S
STATUS UPDATE IS FROM INSIDE YR LEFT LUNG. & FOR
THE LOVE OF GOD STOP WRITING NOW THAT U CAN’T
TALK. OR BREATHE.
on the assembly line to american nationalism
little clicks along the conveyor belt
As of 2017 375,230 U.S. troops have sustained a traumatic brain injury (TBI).
TBIs are the signature injury of the war on terror. they are severe
concussions where past memories are erased and daily memory continues to
be difficult. yr in an armored vehicle somewhere in iraq or afghanistan. on a
desert road. not a lot of cover. and yr vehicle gets hit by a rocket
propelled grenade or you drive over the tripwire for an improvised
there is a blast. you are thrown into the wall or the roof or the ground. yr
body hits the wall or the roof or the ground hard. with force. bones break. yr
brain moves forward and back against the inside of yr skull like all those re-
ally sick drunk driving movies where no one survives that you have to watch
in driver’s ed when yr 16. it’s like that. except you survive. the blast, get up &
run. yr body survives but you now have to cope with becoming a new person.