in a moscow hotel room
shadow brokers partied

with stolen american
cyberweapons over the

they wanted public

the americans
drank everything

and partied through
the night


(originally published in Scarlet Leaf Review, Summer 2018)


the weight of an axe sleeps
between us in bed.

we dream of horses
wanting to whip us

until the stable
lives up to its name.

the pawnbroker’s hunched shadow
further crumples into shadow.

there it is, a black apple–
and your pupils, telling truths into the dark.


(originally published in Pudding Magazine, Winter 2016)