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“I say I love you like it’s water, like I would die in three days without…” Read it here.
“I say I love you like it’s water, like I would die in three days without…” Read it here.
“In ash and brackish water I’ll be standing with an onion in one hand and a stone in the other asking you to choose the color of the sky…” Read it here.
There Was That Time Kenneth Didn’t Take No For an Answer, My Own Hands, and My Body Makes No Apologies for Itself are live at The Fem. From There Was That Time Kenneth Didn’t Take No For an Answer: “but he didn’t know that it was rape because I wasn’t a banshee about it because I didn’t keep […]
“I could see that you were a holy man, desperately holy, G-d crouched on your back with a mouthful of black earth, and the stink of love A holy man, which is to say, the loneliest man to ever purchase an avocado sandwich in a plastic box on a rainy and fish-bellied Florida afternoon…” Read […]
From Tell the Bees: “I listened to “No Aloha” one too many times, or I was exhausted by washing my hair and brushing my teeth maintaining this body like a pet” From We Are Very Beautiful: “You will remember later that my bruises were shaped like undiscovered continents I will remember later that your […]
“until I can remember what it felt like to (whisper it) cut. Being the blue cloudless & hands ghosting. Until I can feel 20,000 heartbeats under the sea, until I am a flagellate or a ciliate, until my blood don’t sing no more…” Read it here: Play Again
“In dream again he caught you on the stairs and tore through your T-shirt with his teeth, he wrapped you up in a paper sky and named you Queen of Angels, Queen of Skulls His unwashed neck smelled of low tide, of nighttime galloping across the empty playground, of more…” Read it here: Maria Maria
“When you are fucking an old man, you wonder if he will die on the brink, if the bright black birds nesting in his sterling chest hair will peck straight through and make a meal of his heart you look down and watch them with kitchen-light eyes…” Read it here: Six Small Sex Poems
“I wanted to smell you on my clothes; I wanted your frosted eyelashes to sing. I thought you might have been bleeding, under your feathers. I wanted to probe between the stiff hollow roots, probe with my fingers. Bleeding or not, it hurt to not touch. Bellies full of pins, hands blistering scared…” Read it […]
From The Moon Whistles: “The moon whistles to get your attention. She is brazen. She’s the kind who doesn’t mind causing car crashes or making fishwives scald themselves with jealousy. She does a striptease, dropping her light upon the sage leaves. She laughs at your bag of potatoes, she laughs at the rubber bands on […]