Cliché to say they’re gone, wings pinned Read More
behind the supple backs, longings fled
with the Steller jays’ flitting from porch to branch.
I find you years before you become admirable. Read More
You were given to me without choice.
With force I tried to hide the weakness,
arbitrary rules, the double edged blade that you came with.
what happens when Read More
you discover that
when I yell
really really loud
Girls made of thick thread, Read More
with hearts that chase desires
Come to drum this metal roof in sixteenth Read More
and thirty-second notes, to puddle, gouge
a dirt road that spins the tires’ worn teeth.
I sit with the girls that hide behind their books, Read More
and hurry through the hallways hoping no one would look
The girls that stand in front of mirrors
someone has fashioned me Read More
with a wretched beehive
and left me to tend it
If she squeezes me any tighter Read More
I was just a pink water balloon,
I am Read More
salt and pepper follicles
an antique framed
limited edition preserved
the ebony and ivory
legs thinner than sipping straws Read More
supporting a body too frail for words
strength and shine
will settle in those eyes of magma
I have something I need to get off my chest; it arrests my body up and around the curve of each breast. It is a lacy prison I will detest, I will debase, I will deplore – It’s the place for the boobs you abhor. Read More
From a sky of Payne’s gray Read More
hail stones collect on a patio.
Inside a clutch of women rise from their chairs,
open a sliding door, reach out their hands
After thirty-four years of being carried Read More
from house to house
she is nearly too heavy to lift.
You were born as small as a mustard seed. Read More
You grew and wore your battled torn scar-filled skin marked premature like it was made from cotton.
My quaint courtyard apartment in the heart Read More
of Hollywood overlooks Capitol Records,
your old label -- you and countless others.
She stood at the altar, Read More
veiled and waiting,
but he never came.
Let me tell you the freedom
in making peace with frown lines Read More
etched scar-deep into my forehead
in neglecting to shave my legs
in eschewing drugstore hair dye
At this rate, there will be nothing left for my children. Too much Read More
falling outside the body. A two-headed llama with no head
belonging to me.
Crumbs falling from the donut Read More
you’re not supposed to eat
A health regimen for your children
and their children