​Another three years of life distilled into 35 poems from a dozen cities and all the cracks between them.​​ One I’ll wear your scent like perfume Around my neck and hands If our bodies survive the night  And are separable by morning  And do not become one.…

One more year in verse. / This thing on? / It has been a year. Since I've spoken to someone. I didn't already know. / General notice / Building managers Across five continents Have one thing in common: Stop throwing your cigarette butts From the damn balcony!…