COV(ERT)19

stalkers arrive when the blood is thin when our rivers are undamned and banks flooded arrive when our bodies are beautifully colored and the jailed up is under control they are small like white lies, like open secrets with mysterious origins we might never know who gives birth to a murderer they are flesh-eaters who … Continue reading COV(ERT)19

(poem for norman)

i sat in my room alone, with the chatterbox blues talking the day away with my invisible friend mother, passing the door asked who you talking to? norman, mama ... just norman she knew of fat bearded white men in december beautiful bunnies in april witches, ghouls, and goblins in october and good intentions fixed … Continue reading (poem for norman)

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the very first time i kissed you we were breathing water we came together in the gut your mother's underground platos cave of another kind we lit candles inside her to see one another's face and warm her through the making of love drowned in the lake of her commitment we drank its broth from … Continue reading untitled

a mighty powerful thing

i must be a mighty powerful thing like a man's legs crossed or a moustached woman or like desire when it mounts you and rides you into the sunset like hunger pain all bunched up between your legs must be something like the sight of yourself in the morning in the mirror that makes you … Continue reading a mighty powerful thing