Moon marked and touched by sunmy magic is unwrittenbut when the sea turns backit will leave my shape behind.I seek no favoruntouched by bloodunrelenting as the curse of lovepermanent as…
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I However the image entersits force remains withinmy eyesrockstrewn caves where dragonfish evolvewild for life, relentless and acquisitivelearning to survivewhere there is no foodmy eyes are always hungryand rememberinghowever the…
IIs the total black, being spokenFrom the earth’s inside.There are many kinds of open.How a diamond comes into a knot of flameHow a sound comes into a word, colouredBy who…
My mother had two faces and a frying ***where she cooked up her daughtersinto girlsbefore she fixed our dinner.My mother had two facesand a broken ***where she hid out a…
I am fourteenand my skin has betrayed methe boy I cannot live withoutstill ***** his thumbin secrethow come my knees arealways so ashywhat if I diebefore morningand momma’s in the…
If you come as softlyAs the wind within the treesYou may hear what I hearSee what sorrow sees. If you come as lightlyAs threading dewI will take you gladlyNor ask…
I. My face resembles your faceless and less each day. When I was youngno one mistook whose child I was.Features build coloringalone among my creamy fine-***** sistersmarked me Byron’s daughter.…
An upright abutment in the mouthof the Willis Avenue bridgea beige Honda leaps the dividerlike a steel gazelle inescapablesleek leather boots on the pavementrat-a-tat-tat best intentionsgoing down for the third…
I have studied the tight curls on the back of your neckmoving away from mebeyond anger or failureyour face in the evening schools of longingthrough mornings of wish and ripenwe…
Time collapses between the lips of strangersmy days collapse into a hollow tubesoon implodes against nowlike an iron wallmy eyes are blocked with rubblea smear of perspectivesblurring each horizonin the…
Out of my flesh that hungersand my mouth that knowscomes the shape I am seekingfor reason.The curve of your waiting bodyfits my waiting handyour ******* warm as sunlightyour lips quick…
Coming togetherit is easier to workafter our bodiesmeetpaper and penneither care nor profitwhether we write or notbut as your body movesunder my handscharged and waitingwe cut the leashyou create me…
The edge of our bed was a wide gridwhere your fifteen-year-old daughter was hanginggut-sprung on police wheelsa cablegram nailed to the woodnext to a map of the Western ReserveI could…
The black unicorn is greedy. The black unicorn is impatient. ‘The black unicorn was mistaken for a shadow or symboland takenthrough a cold country where mist painted mockeries of my…
New Year’s Day 1:16 AMand my body is weary beyondtime to withdraw and restample room allowed me in everyone’s headbut community callsright over the thresholddrums beating through the wallschildren playing…
There are so many roots to the tree of angerthat sometimes the branches shatterbefore they bear. Sitting in Nedicksthe women rally before they marchdiscussing the problematic girlsthey hire to make…