Tell them not to go to the banks alone. Tell them where they can drink without watching over their shoulders. Tell them drowning is third on your list of concerns. First is lie down, second, come here. Even the water I was baptized in isn’t safe. I knew […]
My Grandmother’s body lives under an ash tree on an old church ground, her spirit can be seen making a maple tree’s shadow jealous. The church’s bricks absorb the choir’s songs, they flake Holy Ghost, If Trouble Don’t Come Today. I visit, fall on my knees, ask her how she doing? How long […]
I don’t know their names & they don’t know yours, though your flesh is now of their flesh as a donor. I try not to get angry at strangers pressing too close, choosing kindness just in case there’s a part of you brushing by. What have your gorgeous, castaway eyes gifted another to […]
I put my makeup on and make my face in shades blending to shadow. A man looked good because I’d not seen him before. Fuck yes I pulled a woman’s belt loop just to get closer. I was low enough to touch somebody’s This is me. I’ve known the darker the […]
Mary said, I deserve a steed for this. The sex that didn’t need bodies. This swag. No hip craned nearly out its socket. Not one flex. Seduction is when, down on my knees, my lip gets licked by Common Whitlow. You must get comfortable, get both your hands dirty […]
The trees, a madness of white & wind, we, a madness of sweat & rope, ropes of semen lassoing each other, closer— our competing, conspiring tongues, nipples, armpits, the terribly neglected inside bits of our elbows, which we’ve dubbed “bowpits,” & kiss. & my mind sometimes wanders during, but it’s OK, I’m thinking […]
it’s the middle of—the week? the street? the sentence, please i need to borrow your basket because? i’m looking for something. so ticklish with sound, eerie with truth. like really good dance music. like i’m in the middle of—a forest? a pancake? a pancake burning in a forest while the forest remains calm? […]
A navy blue nainsook patchwork quilt ready for love. The girl lolls across the bed. The knife sharpened against stone rests on the kitchen rack and snapper in the samburá anticipates its slicing. As her eyes flutter concentrating on brave ants, she waits for the one who’ll steal her loosened strands smelling […]