WITH FRIENDS LIKE THESE The following conversation took place between two women walking down Broadway: “So my friend stole a bicycle. There was this bike chained to a fence with a really bad lock for a very long and he just broke the lock one day and took the bike. “The thing is that it turned out that the bike was actually his friend’s. So there was this long time when he knew that he had his friend’s bike but he couldn’t figure out a good way to let his friend know. But eve
Airport in Early Morning by Bhajan in Bageshri I have ovaries for heads;
I am of two minds.
I am leaving the children in a burning bus.
Let me eat my mouth
If it will make me forget
The drowning horse that is wading through my chest.
Here a red locust
Hangs from our dog, Poco.
It is a popped, red tomato boiling in my throat.
Losing the weight,
Arranging a marriage,
My herds of goats trudge through lowly, tangled power lines.
Rubbing the cumin,
The coconut jewelry
Having a conversation in the smallest room on campus is awkwardly cozy. Bed, dresser, and desk almost completely cover the room’s 79 square feet, leaving a small patch of open floor in the middle. It was in this diminutive space that I met Ian Davies, the room’s unimpressed occupant. Soon after getting there, I painfully nicked my knuckles on the edge of the desk mid hand gesture. Evidently, Ian’s room was not the best place to talk about Ian’s room. So we left. In the crampe