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I can only say I am here searching solo for remnants of Seoul Drive

She sits in her wax like a candle. A woman comes, a woman goes.

There’s something I saw at the race meeting I can’t figure out.

A rider prances toward the ash, a sailor looks for meaning in unrequited hearts.

It was an act that made me feel safer but also somehow more imperiled.

The ashes of a human being are not ash. The body burns into wood.

It lay slumped where they’d dragged it, a fright of an animal.

A knife left by an untraced foot marks where to lay the body—fácil.

Together we invented intimacy, both its benefits and its horrors.

Her body is no longer the source of pleasure but constant pain.

All her sisters have gone to bed, dreaming dreams not like the wakeful.

The scent of lighter fluid and tobacco drifted in through the window.

Let those shadows sift the spirits of their children from the silt.

The room barely fit a bed, a chest of drawers, and a rocker, all not hers.

home is his hands, our bowls, so many gay fridge magnets.

“You could come, too! No one’s forcing you to go to fucking China.”

Don’t start conversations or attract attention. Don’t be suspicious.

The house is full of houseguests and they’re giving Netflix a workout.

It changes nothing. It’s nasty shit, and you’ve gotta get clean.

I taste on my tongue a gunshot of synapses warm and light like butter

I’ve wavered in confidence, but never on whether I was going to write.

I put my hand on my stomach and had an image of the melting snowman.

It was the day I told a lie that would embarrass me for years to come.

Each Kardashian is completely capable of being alone at night.

Charge the ground till it glitters. It was God’s pleading in that rink.

I imagined myself magnanimous, but now I see. I have been cruel.

No one in Lagos slouches. Bravado pulsates through the room.

It was a very strange dinner. I didn’t dare ask my parents questions.

Instead of attunement, I was given a pair of size 6 Toughskins.