“There Was and How Much There Was”*
I read my prayer into the night with my hand on my hip. They call that plucky; good thing, I want to be played. The night paid me no mind, already chock full
it's because it's on
notes and interviews on enthusiasm
committing ourselves to the toss
"when did I sign up for this? maybe now"*
where you thought a wall was
light back at you / what's revealed
desperation as threshold
do not sos / wave the white flag
dinner's ready
the transgenders are at it again (always at it)