lagrimas

only for you; tiny
raindrops glisten poised
on my eyelashes, they are
myself, my insides
coming out, overcoming reason
a dizzying wellspring burst suddenly
conjured from my heart
by that longing to combine
which is finally made
manifest as they trickle into
your pores and i sigh with
relief: we are together
you are in my arms.

awe

we hide in museums
softly giggling
in awe of sperm wales
in awe of amethysts, black holes
synthetic coral reefs the largest
oldest tree we look
at the painted moon,
the greatest detail in that hollow
place, we sit quietly underground
in awe of machines, in awe
of the smoky trails wandering
from our mouths,
reflected by the lake
we are in awe of each other.

ursa minor

the smallest nose
nuzzles me gently: ursa
minor, littlest bear you are
written in the stars you are
my magnetic north you are
the only place i can stand to be
in all my polar wanderings
all the loveless nights and
carelessnesses
bigger bears- you are the only one
who can melt my lonely
little heart, you are the only one
with your small warm nose
and wise old eyes, who knows
all the secrets of the stars
the wind and the trees.

Repulsion

heat between our shimmering backs
created by the angry negation of our polarities two
magnets drawn far apart
cometlike
to different orbitals
a mutual jettison of space waste accelerating
too fast for entropy or loneliness to catch
up with us we are screaming with delight
luxuriating in the speed of our separation
we are riding the frequencies of our screams
we have entirely forgotten one another
we have been annihilated by the blissful
shockwaves that repulsion creates
morphed by the excitement, we are smeared
and neutralized we hang starlike for an instantaneous six months
crystalline and beautiful we wonder
and slowly, hanging
we regain harmony and quietly our polarities tire
of the pretense that interference creates to remember
that once it was separateness that drew us together and it was not ourselves
nor the orbits we complacently trace but the false idolatry that made us think
we were the same

repulsive creature from whom we both fled.

frank o'hara

AVENUE A

We hardly ever see the moon any more
so no wonder
it's so beautiful when we look up suddenly
and there it is gliding broken-faced over the bridges
brilliantly coursing, soft, and a cool wind fans
your hair over your forehead and your memories
of Red Grooms' locomotive landscape
I want some bourbon/you want some oranges/I love the leather
jacket Norman gave me
and the corduroy coat David
gave you, it is more mysterious than spring, the El Greco
heavens breaking open and then reassembling like lions
in a vast tragic veldt
that is far from our small selves and our temporally united
passions in the cathedral of Januaries


everything is too comprehensible
these are my delicate and caressing poems
I suppose there will be more of those others to come, as in the past
so many!
but for now the moon is revealing itself like a pearl
to my equally naked heart

News

So i'm finally making my poems real-world public;
Stages just got published in
my high-school literary
magazine. It isn't much but I'm glad
that I'll finally be able to say
I've been in print.

excerpt

"I am interested in two very significant numbers with infinite decimal places that contain no overarching patterns: phi and pi. The two contradict one another; pi makes the statement that randomness leads to circularity, whereas phi's digital randomness produces an infinite inward spiral that comes close to, but never reaches, a point of singularity. When used as metaphors for the progression of humanity, the two produce two very different paradigms; pi states that our random actions will inevitably lead back to the same beginning, whereas phi states that random activity, although still circular in nature, has the propensity to progress dramatically insofar as the amount of energy that is required in order to come full circle. What is interesting about the arguments made by pi and phi is that although a deterministic framework would make both impossible, each outlines a shaky but possibly determinable pattern."

tangential excerpt from SLC application