D.A. Powell

[between scott’s asshole and his mouth I could not say which I preferred: perfect similes]
[chapt. ex ex ex eye vee: in which scott has a birthday]
[darling can you kill me: with your mickeymouse pillows]
[listen mother, he punched the air: I am not your son dying]
[ode]
[so the theatre dimmed and reclined. cramped balcony rubbed against my leg]
[when dementia begins: almost makes sense like hamburger translations]
[when you touch down upon this earth. little reindeers]
[who won’t praise green. each minute to caress each minute blade of spring. green slice us open]
[you’d want to go to the reunion: see]