Author Archives: Zak

not
to do it
quickly.

his car
the color of a shallow
southern ocean.

water.
with minerals
in it.

yesterday,
it was all
over.

i was using it
for evil
though not
intentionally.

it isn’t so much
that you’ve forgotten
to lock your door,
as it is
you’ve lost the desire
to do it.

May
is a good month
to leave.

a finger
missing above
the second knuckle.

if you learn young
to keep bound,
it can be difficult
to ever unbind
yourself.

some ancestors
worked hard.

the brake
dust makes
for a spectacular
sunrise.

the bright
red hat says
“USA”
on the back.
though
maybe
it says
“LISA”.

if light
from the sun
can take
your darkness
from you,
yours
is a darkness
i have never
known.

white
up against
blue.

we can all take
turns.

when the snow melts
i look into the depressions
by the roadway
for crumpled bills.

it isn’t so
complicated;

whether it
feels good
or
it doesn’t.

you run your hands over
your body.

oils of cardamom,
spikenard,
marjoram,
on the skin.

there’s a float switch
on the pump.

not much
happening
today.

this is the part
where you don’t
know what to do
with the large
manila
envelope.

a steel boat sells king
crab,
freshly pulled from
sea floor.

and for a time,
it disappears.