Every skinny morning’s first minutes wade through nagging thoughts On the top of every month like clockwork She thinks she thinks she thinks you are both still fasting As if every woman ticks From the same town As if you all heave the same weight from the neck As if your mothers fed you the […]Read more "A Chain"
in the alley Where feral cats live I saw a raccoon creeping in the garbage Survivor Wish I could feel anger sound low in the chest to act on this but I’m identifying with the smallest creatures Where feral cats live a person is a metaphor Oh it gets so lonely When you’re walking And […]Read more "in California"
i was hoping to see you yesterday needed to read sure your words are still there spent so long near the estuary pacing paid paged visits to so many rivers swam whole volumes to find our stories but couldn’t find you yesterday wanted to red flag you to make […]Read more "narrative personal"
you and i know feminism is not (always) a petition, but a chosen gait.Read more "Haiku for the Long Haul"
You realized your pain isn’t the only pain worth knowing after a slick rock flipped one hundred times in your pocket and landed on heads. How far did you travel to meet that medium: your hands in the clay of your making? Compressed so hot, change was the only thing you could see, fiery planet […]Read more "Out of the Museum"