1. You have 12 million likes on your Facebook. That’s pretty phenomenal.
2. Your 6,450 tweets are kind of a lot. (Sorry, I stopped following you after your 37th anniversary this summer).
3. Elvis-is-alive.com site is getting pretty close to disclosing your whereabouts. You might have to relocate soon.
4. The song “Elvis is Dead” by the rock band Living Color wasn’t all that popular. They disbanded, got back, and what not. But that’s beside the point.
5. Good Reads, a book review site, includes 36 quotes by you. (Except “When things go wrong, don’t go with them” is repeated six times.) You should have them fix that.
6. There’s a boulevard named after you and and a rap song (rhythmic and rhyming speech that’s chanted to music) named after your boulevard.
7. Your Elvis Lives Tour sold out again in Iceland, Dublin, and Newcastle this year.
8. Your YouTube channel (a video-sharing website) has over 35k subscribers.
9. YouTube contains twice as many “Elvis is Alive” vids (videos) than “Elvis is Dead.”
10. Elvis, it’s the Internet. Don’t believe everything you read.
1. Elvis was born on January 8, 1935.
2. Elvis died on August 16, 1977.
3. Elvis is dead.
4. Elvis is alive.
5. Elvis may have faked his death to escape fame and become a trucker.
6. Elvis had blue eyes.
7. Elvis once stayed overnight in the hospital for a broken finger.
8. Elvis’ jumpsuits were made by the same person who designed costumes for the Ice Capades.
9. Elvis had a pet monkey named Scatter.
10. Elvis was last spotted in the late 1980s in Kalamazoo, Michigan.
She lives in Cambridge, Massachusetts with her husband, the poet.
He lives in Brooklyn with his wife, the poet.
I need 150 poems for my thesis,
but they have to be good poems.
If I write one good poem a day,
I can be done in 5 months!
That’s March 2015!
Yet, somehow I like focusing
on this un/attainable goal
rather than expend energies
hoping my mom’s dementia will recede.
Life keeps rolling along.
I swallow the inevitable sadness
that one day she’ll really be lost to us,
laying in bed, looking at us as strangers.
But for now, I can make her squeal
with shock when I tell her my grandson
I’m carrying is her baby!
Somewhere, some wavelength
in her head does the mathematical probability,
and she knows I’m joking.
kindness is in eyelashes
forgiveness in an orange flash
yellow sunflower dust lines kindness
crevices a bay
with sharp angles and sun