Bow to the peaches heavy and timeless, wrapped in sheets of cool.
I feel compelled to give you an ending, a promise of hope
and all its straight-razor backroads planted with plaster farmhouses bowing to January’s muddy expanse
I can take even more Than he can give.
1. an investigation of wrecked arterial railroads hammered by foremothers stationed beneath your breasts and headed crown-bound
Sometimes when I getMy period,I wake up & my bed Is a massacre.
1. sharpening the white epidermis to machete on gum-grown whetstones belonging to inheritors of mitochondrial Eve’s Earth-blown nakedness
True domination means That all of the desires & impulses Come from the submissive;
Took a series of self-portraits on my bed: one hand over my right eye then left as if to mimic another’s gaze.
My daughter throws up once or twice a day opening mouth then hands as if to pour out what was once clenched. Throws up pillows, backpacks, and refrigerators. Builds a version of our cat from pretend vomit, builds a version of our kitchen. I...
