RE Katz recently exhibited Boywitch Codex: Hypertexts as Artist in Residence at Dreamland in February 2017. Katz is interested in personal fashion, antifascist witchcraft, and television.

 

Robin Lee Jordan’s poetry and lyric prose have been published in various journals, including H_NGM_N, alice blue review, Puerto del Sol, and Paper Darts. She lives in Buffalo where started the community arts project (B)uffalo (A)rt (D)ispensary, and is the Coordinator of the Just Buffalo Writing Center.

2 poems by RE Katz + Robin Lee Jordan

THAT TOMBSTONE IS A LITTLE LOUD, DON’T YOU THINK?

 


It could be his teeth, I suppose,
or her small perfect breasts
envy of every high school mascot
choking on our melon overlords
so embattled even 
the people of the town 
feel sorry 

Maybe a laudanum flavored
wonder woman is vowing 
to kill every last Cowboy
between dead horizons

Maybe the last island
will be a cactus
covered in sequined  
shark teeth
Blooming,
blooming.

Thank all your jets:
hovering red over the tripwire
we’re keeping the ground forever.

GIRLS YOU KNOW ARE BECOMING THICK CARPET

 


The Invisibility ring is some cryptic Chia pet. 
They circle the rug. Lost.
Afraid of fullness. The wall. This.
No one ever runs through fiber. 

They chase down wrist bones. 
They want to weave themselves into 
kleenex boxes but they’re just so 
Cordless. God-willing. Wrung.
And there’s too many woodworms 
besides. Root the heavens for
old VHS peninsulas lit into smoke
a litany of smoke. Calls to

our Chronic Gods of dissociation: our 
extinguished tigers we should
take into consideration. A shrug. 
A holy mess of pancake batter we lather
into our knuckles. 

I’m not sure why
my vacuum oozes.

I am dusting
the wrong glacier.