I wanted to write you a letter, my love,To tell you of how I’ve longed to see you.This yearning is a lot deeper than I would want.
I wanted to write you a letter, my love,To take you back to our past,When our legs would…
Someone direct my life like a music videoAll hazy rockAnd neon city blocksLong winding roads with arms outstretched as I catch coastal breezesAnd desert dust clouds in open palmsWith quiet bars and half-empty drinksDance and know all the movesEffortless coolWhiskey RunwayMornings with crisp…
A sleek bodyflows from me.
No fingers,no toes,
exposed spinegaunt,winding white.
Honey seeps through hexagons,sextets of geometric crust.But hexes are wordsshe whispers in my ear;syrupy spits of languagethat wrap and stick around my tongue.The queen bee sipson the tearsthat spiral down my chinas I try to lickthe sugar sticking to my lips.
It is December.It is winter.The sky and water blend togetherin a gray painting onlya poet could separate.I walk past benches marked“In Memory of.”Everything is death.
Small screenDark squareBlack mirrorA severed-head selfieCheekbones glossy as a knife-edgeShades of brown and red-goldGlittering like crystalsMatte powder packed tightTight, tight, into pores and crevassesEyebrows drawn sharp enough to pierce a manViolet petal lips, unfurling…
I dream in multiples. I wake each time unmoving,with the same energy and sweat from the last one.I come out wearing the stench of them all as if they were my clothes, but clothesare for keeping what’s yours to yourself; my…
Woman
The broken knob on the washing machine, the wrrr-wrrr-wrrr sound when it won’t open and your clothes are locked inside, your period coming too early, your period not coming at all, having a period, three missed phone-calls, phone calls giving you anxiety…
New Orleans, takeoffin something like 60 minutes.It’s recommended to eat something firstcheese grits — cheese G.R.I.T.S.for Girls Raised In The South,(no up-up-appetite)we are south, levee levelwho decided to buildthis beaded bourbon citybelow sea level?