I play with friction, skin and air, a ripe blueberry between my lips.

The Autobiographical Note I walk through the gym doors. Steve is doing chest-flies. He yells Hey, Flash! (Steve doesn’t know my name.) Third Person, Past Tense The sky through plate glass was interesting. He should have told Steve how he’d felt about Love the...

A child chews on his toy Lucid imbecility A baby’s lallation All his l’s are r’s— My dumb joy When I talk like him.

in the dream i had last night i found myself in charge of a crime scene in a large, corner- suite office in new york city feeling insecure i barked: "clear the entire floor and i want the file of every employee fired in the last 12 months on my desk by 8am tomorrow!" as they...

You are obsessed with the furniture. I don't really care about the furniture. I am lucky if I get to sit on the couch and watch "Dexter."​ Every time I walk out the door you insist on rearranging the furniture so it will be...

https://soundcloud.com/avery-fogarty/roses-original1 I used to be sorry all the time I used to love you I swim in and out of your mind I used to be sorry all the time I used to love you oh Now I'm constantly contested Punched a hole in your wall...