How to Become a Teenage Bulimic

When I was young, my mother  Was obsessed with not eating. She’d scream, Skip the carbs, no bread  Or rice. Today I view food   Like a used car salesman, The mirror as a cross-examination To see if anything is amiss, The muffin top, the sags.    And still, I hear the Read more

The Catalogue of Men

Before sunrise I’m flipping through a catalogue of men,  A parade of men looking for relationships, super closeups, Guys in ball caps, blurry headed, sideways, in bed, crazy  Faces with monsters, in cubicles, beside lattice fences,  Strapped into car seats, in the shower, in private airplanes  And parking lots, with Read more