weird timing. I should be (am) trying to get Fugue & Strike into your hands (o plz plz read it sir! sirrah!) but here they are


whose movement mirrors long lockdown era rambles across its often empty (seeming, though trace-crowded), more often cracked and pot-holed, and only sometimes good-enough streets & sidewalks–a kind of rhythm that got implanted through repetition across a few hundred poems
& trying to get the city as it is & is felt & as it has been prevented from becoming in the ten years I’ve been here.
there are many cities in each city. here’s some.

I wouldn’t have let these poems go (feeling protective), I don’t think, unless my friend, Hostile Books conspirator, and knock-down writer, Angela Veronica Wong, hadn’t asked for something (ty).
v happy to see these poems beside those of ppl I respect & admire: Steven Karl, Alison Roh Park, Rodrigo Toscano, and Wendy Trevino.

also, there’s a link to Fugue & Strike in these poems through my love of waste and scholarship on, well, excrement, waste infrastructure, and the ways municipalities do an do not accommodate bodies. Public restroom poem!
