Finalist for the 2016 Walrus Poetry Prize
No one
Has lots of them
Lays or friends or anything
That can make a little light in all that darkness
—Jack Spicer
Cuz man I don’t feel safe at all
4.5 million Americans with “security clearance”
Of one kind or another in D.C. since 9/11
Walk right up into my business my “classified” info or
Some undisclosed facility millions with access
To big red flashing buttons do you
feel safe?
In Canada the Law says
I got no right to feel my body’s harm
In bed the physical humiliation that turns me on
Like a chandelier in a port-a-john
Is smashed to
Shit the lights out I remember coming
To after your sucker punch
Love a glint in the eye of my shiner, shine, my love
