by zamora | October 20, 2023
Here I am lain on a golden plinth. This is a dream. This is an invocation. May my body be a vessel, relieved of mind and will. May my mind wander through unreality believing many things both true and false. May I be suggestible. May I be taken with you, and you, and...
by zamora | October 20, 2023
stay in the body when anxiety splits the glass i usually find myself coiled in a closet behind burnt mothwings today the september blue lifts all life silk-lipped before the frost allows fibonacci intercostals to unspool invites my ghost to sweep...
by zamora | October 20, 2023
What Happened in the Branches I stopped being someone for a while. If I told you I crawled back in the skin,suckled the ingrown tit because a drowningmouth cannot speak — just latch. desire.swallow — would you turn away from where...
by zamora | October 20, 2023
Say ex-con, say armed robber, say ski-mask-wearing clown with steak knives &bloody hands, a bloody drug-dumb history,I will watch your divided eyes:left angling farther left, ready to flee;right straight, wanting to see my lipsextend the remainder of the story,the...
by zamora | October 20, 2023
[T]here yet lurks an elusive something in the innermost idea of this hue -Melville Ishmael, the whale’s eyes are placed so it cannot see itself. It doesn’t know of its uncanny pallor. Its notions come from staring at other whalesand concluding how it too...
by zamora | October 20, 2023
remains unexplained:the American urgeto fashion a bolasfrom ragged sneakersand hurl themso they stay entangledon a slack telephonewire and dangle,fading for decades, abraded in grinding sunand raw weatherto a sad spangleof suspended surrender—this morning, above the...
by zamora | October 20, 2023
In Caging Time A walk to the laundromat, to the mom-and-pop-everything store, the sweet-savory bakery and 7-Eleven’s potato chip aisle, ...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
The excavator scraped and madea wide, shallow trench—dirt waiting for a sidewalk—pushed away leaf and feeler, the split rail fence supporting the shrub. But the machine could not pull upthe thick nest of snaky naked vines. ...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
At the river’s mouth two worlds clash, saline and fresh, my ...
by zamora | October 19, 2023
The Californian beach progressesand threatens our fought-for peace. Amphibious, auto-inflicted, predicted,sort of: our certain new sort of water boarding. Look, I am only askingyou to carry a famously unprecious thing: be surrogate to the inconceivablemarket to which...
