I’ve always wondered about the sex of the letter A.
All I heard of the conversation was
“They all said she asked for it”
The Roman Empire fell because one day all the women
stood up and said they wanted to finally experience
form as duration
As late as the eighteenth century, “cinema” could also
mean “lost girl”
Like many women who were raised in the suburbs
I’ve always wondered about the sex of the letter A
And why, whenever someone says “poet”
I always hear “third wife”?
You’ll get used to it, scream all the women at Safeway
Broken hummingbird casings
A man who complains about lack of adequate counter space
That one Rimbaud, the one about the asshole
At 53 certain parts of me have already started
to crumble before my eyes, but like all Americans, I’m still
very good at compartmentalizing everything
It’s the third Wednesday of the month
The Cartesian Self is dead and, it’s true
It’s very hard to be a monster
I am a poet, non-fiction writer, and literary translator, the author of The Medea Notebooks and The Italian Professor’s Wife, and numerous chapbooks. My work has been published in The American Journal of Poetry, the Dialogist, Barrow Street, 2River, Tupelo Quarterly, and the Chicago Quarterly Review. I graduated from Bard College and have a Master’s Degree in Chinese Language and Literature from Berkeley.