wallflowers

  it ain't nothin like watchin wide-hip mama come round corner lean hip against white wall grab house phone off the hook sandwich phone in neck answer with just a little attitude and curled mouth at the corners hellowhothis? whoyoulookinfor? heaintherehoney. illtellhimyoucall. some days she slam the phone down but the phone don't break i … Continue reading wallflowers

stilletto

i have always wanted to walk on air wear heels, high up lifted above life no dirt on the bottom feet renewed through fasting and giving up the ground I found something sublime in the lift something pure in the abstinence and always believed dirt is a complicated thing on heels i might avoid treading … Continue reading stilletto

the burnt pieces

she baked her love in a cake. i remember it in a dimly lit dining room with candles bright enough to burn me me down. i have two scars, one on each buttock. one from a lit firecracker my sibling stuffed into my back pocket, burning me down.  he gave me the other with pliers … Continue reading the burnt pieces

(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)