I come home,
feet about to bleed
from angry stomping.
“Boy!” says Mom.
“Quit making all that racket.”
But what does she expect
when, day after day,
haters sling words at me
like jagged stones
designed to split my skin?
I retreat to my room,
collapse on the bed,
count, “One. Two....

I know this is a real thing, because
When I was a kid, my big sister took me
To the Capitol Theater, in my hometown
Of Rochester, NY,

And there was a movie that afternoon,
The Tingler, which starred Vincent Price,
And what I remember best...

shall i tell you, then, that we exist?
there came a light, blue and white careening. 
the police like wailing angels
to bitter me. 

and so this:
dark matter is hypothetical. know
that it cannot be seen

in the gunpowder of a flower, 
in a worm that raisins...