None of Us Know Any Stories
Chapbook: dancing girl press, 2014
“Were this a Greek Chorus we Boys would chirp voices more pleasing than these we got. Instead you got us too cracking and whistle-toothed to hold tunes. But we got these lines to sing-say and someone's put us up. Some thing: we won't never outgrow conscience, out here. You see, this Boy of Boys that is Peter is perfect and we love what we love. We lose whats we love, is why we all out here and hate seeing it lost. When Peter found ladies we found him laughable. Til we lost him for evenings. And more when we loosed his toes from his candle-soft shadow hoping he'd trip free, find us when he searched. We cost him cost us him. Our own fault, our losing.”