He Tells Me That Would Never Happen
When it happens,it happens into doorstepsleading to another chamberof the throat Last words laughing,their sets of keys janglingas I try kicking down the doorto their empty, empty rooms.
a tulip (the only thing)
you traced purple curve & long stem color extended from you— dyed the room. we dove in what i wished on- to wished in- to occurred, first i / the tulip we read together: be(d)side eyes wide, warriors&warriors where we reside, we felt / the tulip grow through.
bus in which I sit
through the window, a tan quilt drapes over a sleeping giant’s body. the arc of a jutting foot, a calf. & another calf, dribbling milk at its mother’s pouch. were the ladder angled differently, the cows could reach the treetops to hide from nomenclature & its maker. invite, too, the centipede, the sparrow, the lady with the little machine. don’t… Read more →
when the pilot lies
The whale jaw was a conundrumafter a while we couldn’t sleepbeyond the growth of kelp elmthose days we wore green, killedtime by the front windows, lungsweren’t visible yet, the flesh stillconnected to the body, grapefruiteyes missing, nights you went withyour raw thigh wound bandagedtight in the forehead from a lanternof a headache, you bit your lipsand cursed the town for… Read more →
A Mother’s Plea
Please don’t photograph. The cold feetof my baby withered blue petals. I will rub her feet and tickle her ghungroo*—she may open her eyes. I will part her mouth, feed her halwa—she may ask for more. No, I will let her sleep so vultures won’t follow her to heaven.Please don’t photograph; flashes will wake her. Sleep, my baby, sleep. *a… Read more →
The Smell of Survival
I now welcome gaslighting Like maple stencils on patio furniture The furniture I will fight rich kids for with an invisible bark Punch vulgar blood back into my throat with panic attack pauses Down cocktails worth more than my father’s hourly wage Wipe the guilt off my face with the hubris of a placating eucalyptus oil soaked towel smelling of… Read more →
GOD
1. The only thing I heard this morning was the low murmuring of CNN France & the unmistakable sound of walls falling Woman: Am I making all of this clear enough for you? Man: No. Not exactly 2. On this floor there are not horses, but at least ten biological fathers. It’s only a matter of time before one of… Read more →
Dragon Blood Tears
Slowly, they tell me, my dark-bark worries grow umbrella-like not unlike dragon blood trees that shade the elephantine deserts of my insecurities. Calm, calm—then: flames climb up wooden ivory towers in a flash, intensely, and then all burnt out. After the ashes smolder, and the forest of my sensoria turns to dragon blood tears, bodies labor motionless for hours, sometimes… Read more →
My Gender
My gender can kick your gender’s ass. My gender is flicking wet dental floss at a wall and letting it stick. My gender is an edible at a theme park. My gender is every college you almost went to. My gender is a mint green condom, never used. My gender is donating her bras back to Goodwill. My gender is… Read more →
Gamer Theory
for Wark and Wittgenstein I have come to recognize my own long lost bodies hidden away from reach especially my feminine selves, wholly incomplete and abandoned but strong resilient and almost ready to play all the lost levels of public parity and pleasure always unsure though forever mourning the what ifs? and but whats? the fear of contempt and aversion,… Read more →