Adrie Kusserow: Breathe With Me Barbie
Every day, the girls, named after the colors of cows,
pour Barbie body parts from the plastic bag
Adrie Kusserow: Fontanelegy
I felt the manic bird
of her heartbeat flutter into my throat,
her unfinished nerves sparking and misfiring,
the tiny wings of her blood rushing in and out.
Adrie Kusserow: The Adoration
All morning I groom you with tiny lovenames.
I am a cat, you are my kitten, cowlicked
with locution.
Adrie Kusserow: Mismatch in the Modern West
Still, no one loves humans more than I do. How beautiful we are, at night calling to each other like owls, our loneliness barely masked, barely voweled into sound, the past calling to us like hungry ghosts…
Adrie Kusserow: First Encounters With Feelings Of A Capitalist Kind
Across the aisle sits Bimal,
the elderly Bhutanese man,
who sold me tea from his shack
in a soggy camp where work is rare…
Adrie Kusserow: A Brief Respite after Chemo
A BRIEF RESPITE FROM THE USUAL PERCEPTUAL DIVIDES: AFTER CHEMO I SKI THROUGH THE VERMONT WOODS IN ANOTHER CLIMATE CHANGE STORM
Adrie Kusserow: Anthropocene Lullaby
Don’t tell me you didn’t get a bit edgy,
when capitalism tossed its blonde hair cockily aside,
its profit settling like plastic on the ocean’s floor.
Adrie Kusserow: War Metaphysics for a Sudanese Girl
For Aciek Arok Deng I leave the camp, unable to breathe, . me Freud girl, after her interior, she “Lost Girl,” after my purse, . her face: dark as … Continue reading
Adrie Kusserow: Skull Trees
South Sudan Arok, hiding from the Arabs in the branches of a tree, two weeks surviving on leaves, legs numb, mouth dry. When the mosquitoes swarmed and the bodies settled … Continue reading
Adrie Kusserow: Jesus, Immaculee and the Pig
Essex, Vermont This is where Jesus dumped Immaculee before wandering off to tend another flock of clouds, down in the psych ward, clutching her bible and scattered papers, preaching to … Continue reading
Vox Populi 