Rumpus Original Poems

Barrier becomes a name // for guarding ourselves.

I am a swell that breaks / against the rigging, teeth that tear the tide

I keep my distance. / I know it is a place for animals.

This is the site / of an infinite swallowing.

We are full / of the many ways bodies breach and trespass.

Your chest a prism of painted horses. / Your lungs reservoirs for holy water rain.

People stare with their compass / faces asking the same question.

I will tell you about // the vicious slobbering dogs       of suburbia