Nothing

The dress is off, and not only is she fat; she’s invisible.
But I was forced to build the machine when I declined to be a squirrel and now I can be neither.

Lanterns and Torches and Weapons

Gonna come kiss me on the cheek, Mr. Mailman?

Brown World

She has chocolateinonlyoneflavor

Villanelle

Divulge to me your impulses and blink in growing doubt

Of certainty of terrene walls and enduring grout.

Promenading with Jesus

He pulled aside a mutual pal who’d been walking by and he told him the same thing, pointing widely in the general direction of my date, who was sitting somewhere at a table with their dates. I dunno, chicks all look the same to me, especially when they’re all dressed up in the same big dress. Anyhow, our mutual pal agreed and that’s how we got to calling her “Jesus” all night.