"Code names are dropped when Uma sidesteps toys / and politely rings the doorbell of a Sacramento / suburban house, compact and green as the grass."

"my purpose is breath 
for i am made of light
the life i desire, inevitable"

"My ex-girlfriend used to call me 'Taco' because I love tacos so much. Probably more / than I loved her."

"I still don’t smell flowers I want to worship with, out of habit."

"until I understood what was missing was not specifically / desire, or love, which were both absent, but only side effects / of what my body really missed..."

“He had the right face, the right stale / sounds crowning his molars.”

“It’s in the dorm bathroom, your hair / strewn about the yellow tile, my hands / still tingling from the buzzer, that I am / warmest.”

“Indulge/ for hours, stoned pink. Moments loop like records / and I interpret B-side scratching: baby slipped / in my drink, the rotten dangling carrot of soon.”

“tongue-drowned in saliva’s deluge, I always want / to understand your linger, that bloated sugar-sweet vined / in the orchard of my nostrils.”