at the marathon a person held a box of tropicana orange juice casually in their hand a Box! I wrote 
gobsmacked at the poetry reading with the straw push hole! but it was casual like a normal thing 
to have there was no straw I was seated in a way that was confusing but I did my best to explain 
it via text and managed to garnish a gymnastics of bubbles a person asked the audience to sh-
out one through 3 and my first thought was two but if I had said a word I would have said 3 
because I don’t trust my first instincts to shoulder a number when I returned my focus to
the tropicana juice box I noted the box’s holder’s backpack bore a marble pattern like 
the notebooks which reshaped the context of the juice it was all now as if they were 
purposefully mired within the time of the box of juice common and I lost interest 
in the novelty of nostalgia I moved my body of attention back to my phone the 
boxes in there were complicated and I tapped among the throng their contents 
pushing holes between the substance to open up a bowl for a new thing alto-
gether when my soup showed up at dinner it was difficult to eat and we bit 
chunks and peeled slivers of bone out of our teeth piling them bubbling 
on the edge of the plates seated structurally beneath our bowls and I 
tried my best to talk eat pick bone pile neatly but the things fell in
cracks which of course I had wanted to host the hug goodbye felt 
different nostalgia there was less of the novel so I walked some
where different I held my hands so casual in case a new thing 
should show up and it did I caught the situation my friend 
was describing and then I described it back we inscribed 
our experience within a Box! and we felt happy I could 
tell via text because we both felt the same bad thing 
one time which meant we were not bad we were 
only the way we both are which is wrong at 
some times but usually redemptive we 
were seated in a way that required a-
ttunement to the other’s body and I
turned although it was confusing 
we shaped it compilation and on 
the text we saw our shapes held 
blue and grey it made a very 
sort of old type of sense it 
made me feel a bit like I 
was old I held the feel
ing casual I let go 
because I don’t 
really need 
to feel it 
again


gossip


i’m having an irl night
)a night where i’m irl
(
            
              (girl irl in the night light
               whirling meanwhile phone
               off twirling around in the
               light of the street irl irl i
               love real life so much i 
               rly)

irl girl rly 2-ply tp pls 
my purl necklace it’s fake
lacing lips in the lyft

               (i’m irl i’m so real
               my life is like night it’s
               fun and i’m awake irl
               i don’t sleep asl irl i
              don’t sleep wide awake
               irl girl 24 hrs an hr)

i’m rly lifelike smiling
irl smiles of miles of smirk
mirth in the back of the 
car rly girl skirting the 
fake i’m living real light

                                               (irl i laugh i lol i loll
                                               i love to hold my phone
                                               phonily phoning in the 
                                               hrs the night is awake
                                               i am shaking myself into
                                               the i of rl stine)

goosebumps on my wrist
irl squeaking pls let me
off here i need to real some
life lol in the phone on the
toilet oil let me to the exit
my life is eyeing locks

                                           (irl hair in the air of the
                                           night brain on airmode
                                           flashlight on lashes my
                                           cig ash down to the nail
                                           wash me into the donut
                                           disturb me in the down)


stubbed toe too tongued
bathtub clawed foot ooh
irl swirl of water on tap
foot tapping in the back
irl-y to rise locked lips
spilled ilk we don’t cry
lie

                                               (ily irl girl lily curl
                                               merlin ocean manuel
                                               miranda irl mirth in
                                               the curtains stained
                                               mass of life on the
                                               wites of the out i
                                               exit stage right i ex
                                               it the spot)


pots of in at the outset
my curdled tilt i dance
in the ancillary turn of
the lift irl elevator we
ascend to the end irl i
rise and rise eyes glist
ening

                                               (listing lives lined silly
                                               rly we sink coffee illy
                                               down the drain rain in
                                               the night wistful light
                                               irl i call you n u answer)

swerve around the round
i also live in the world
having a whirl irl igig 
agog i gig go live i irl
go so live in the night
i also 

                                                       (ir-elle would be a beautiful
                                                       name for a girl twirling in the 
                                                       reel of the filmic night mic’d
                                                       up in the pack of the lifted
                                                       lilt lil love lil laugh lil live
                                                       for eve or)

ore in the pouring rain
back of the cabinet
nets of purl stitches in
the tits of the town
more daze more knights
more lights to dazzle
it’s real this knot it’s
not not

                                                       (i’m having an irl night
                                                       a night where i’m early
                                                       curly hair wobbling out
                                                       the car window ow my
                                                       ankle it’s real i’m anchored
                                                       chorus in the cab irl we
                                                       dance while windy we whorl)

snarled in the gnarly
niche of the nightout
listing cameras flash
flood the food we don’t
take pics we roll the life
into balls like sushi we
roll on wheels like heels
like heelies

                                                       (eels irl we wee in the bathroom
                                                       cheering for chips chipping in
                                                       for a change we play pool in the
                                                       pooling irl light electric trick
                                                       pony we ping ponytail up)

only uppers in the offing
mfing lives in the livestream
streams teeming with reels
batting and snitching

                                               (glitching in the gloaming
                                               like irl girls rlly we live irl
                                               irl we live like night irl we
                                               rly i is we now nightlight 
                                               we whisper unfurl)


Philadelphia Sixers


all writing is ordering 
or disordering experience
I have a practice of making 
self-centered art
there is a sadness to the normalcy 
of rivers, it’s conundrum 

if you want to stoke some pressure
go and help a guy get earrings
one hole poked thru cartilage
splayed on the horse like jesus
well it’s good to leave a mark
an unripe date wrinkling

she found herself amidst 
a concert non-consensually 
screaming into noise cancelling 
technology, the woman repeated
what we need, in this city,
are hyperbaric chambers

it is fun to be a bit victorian
you may hear a crunch 
but it’s not your ear
you want delayed permanence: this tracks for me
you can’t totally argue 
with a tub of free greek yogurt

I dreamed an ad campaign 
that starred serena williams
a spinal doctor said
“she does all this…
and stands up straight!” 
intoned voiceover sales pitch 

accidental engagement 
in reply guy behavior
dazzled by the realtree patina 
of college trucker cap
starbucks iced chai cherry: i need it
I’m going over 20 

in the citibike lane
he’s waiting, he explained,
for critical masc
tweaking off the yerba
bitter yellow is the color 
summer calves banana coated 

at the conference they swore
there’s just so much to learn!
whole call enamored 
by my acronym of “whirrrr”: 
how’s that for job security
many things are in motion 

I’m obsessed with sludge
the frogs go in the sandpit
the pit goes in the garbage
it’s not my business what goes in 
the trash incinerator
I flipped a switch and something gargled

goblins are hypebeasts
wizards are trad
elves are pick me
gremlins skate
ghouls are good at finding holes
and fairies fuck it’s obvious

I’m not a nerd I only play one
I’m not a player I like to watch
linguistic twist of abnegation
lying in the google doc
aperol in the miller, pernod in the bud
light lime in the cigarette

it’s green flavor, she promised:
it’s healthy
one a day keeps the dogma out
I eat maldon salt like pop rocks
I eat vitamins like dirt
I believe in miracles, it’s logical

I don’t know how frogs do anything
logging my time on instagram
clock in log out then back to work
I’m on a payment plan re: text backs
you guys get mad but credit’s good
I’m better when I’m honest

career is what you post of it
my brother is a future doctor
while I’m a future nothing
I live an expert life online
I love the world, its wet parts
I do live in the real world, I recaptcha 

I can’t tell cars apart 
by anything but color
I’m going to the gym to suffer
cross my arms hope for the worst
linkedin in the jargon
avocado caked under gel nails peeled

I don’t like anyone that fits the prereqs
that I’d need to buy a house 
I watched carrie getting carried
through the door by aged aiden, 
felt unmoved, if they had anyone 
but AI writing, she would fuck the gardener

justice for eros
I’m putting salt and pepper 
on my nectarine slice dry
contemplating date logistics
like how soon’s too soon 
to ask to bring your laptop

I’m going on and on and on
six lines a room keeps the apathy
at bay like going to the beach
I ordered some things actually
a mass of things off kilter
now they’re squared do you agree

last night aubrey plaza made a presence
at the dive bar called the dive
in the plaza called the plaza
I will bid you an aubade 
pls my place it’s all unkempt
well. something must stay out 
                                                           of order