I snip the buds between their legs, / deflower my girls grown in rows because
I grabbed his hand and twisted its spokes through my thicket / and said I would peel his face back the way he peeled
i want to write about the blueberries i picked from the throat of a New England fall afternoon; how my hands plucked each branch like a familiar melody.
made out of thin copper wires originally from a moon planet averse to gravity aware of the pool of rainwater wet stones
into her, and I’m just trying not to get burnt, trying to keep myself whole. Will you try to shatter me?
[me, tense & admitting gunnah; him, heavy sob in a front seat]
brother i was in a dream state/ Jesus was there/ & Gil Scott-Heron/ & the only sound/ the whirr of the ceiling fan/ brother/ the night we took
I am a gutted afterthought meaning my skin slips like any other
We find a note in the house from St. V’s, a summons to a meeting to discuss suspension
“Your politics refers to an attempt to make/some part of yourself safe.”
“I was nobody’s angel in the centerfold/too ballet scrawny to have any curves/too darkskinned to light up a room/too short to tower over my haters”
“I will die on Sunday afternoon in Saginaw/following a plate of my mother’s/enchiladas, fried chicken, and rice.”
“I’m never a teenager at all, if it can be arranged. I see the car coming and don’t make the left turn.”
“my children will begin to understand sometimes Dads are not your real Dads maybe their real Dad is still wandering no change of clothes no cash no comb”
“i can imagine you imagining me doing that with you like i was imagining in that moment / you never really know what the other person is thinking but i thought if we were off the clock i would try to find a way to kiss you”
“& what should I have grown up to be? She tried. Parted our hair to the side. Let two boys throw love at her one stuck she thought it was a miracle.”
Is a peaceful life what I am doing here? Women are talking about you which means you will not die today. A face with a name is made
“According to National Geographic, scientists have now developed the technology by which to grow tiny human hearts on spinach leaves.”
“cut offs and a racoon shirt/or finding fate in cut off (or la coupe)/where have you gone?”
“permiso,/slice open a mango. stream the juice/along my collar bone and drink. Taste…”
“Only please when you mean it./I’d give you all the stars//slipping across your milky chest,/spill them as secrets…”
“Drops of lavender/hush the sheets./Where’s my mind?/Curtained, squirming.”
“...6 months on, my hair began to drop me in chunks./i was 31. i was not ready to be bald because my brain was breaking.”
“in the beginning/God felt a little cute/so in his image/He created man…”
“The super sacredness of this,/my real Indian poem,/is going to absolve all white guilt, /but only if you buy my book…”
“Don't know where my singing voice has gone./I swear I saw it somewhere here”
“Two had been attacked/and had metal plates/in their foreheads./One thought he was dying,/but it was just the DT’s.”
“Sparrows tumbled from my throat, which is to say/the surgery was a success”
“if her allergens would keep to themselves./God forbid you have to be mindful/of dairy or cross contamination./...God forbid you ever worry/about the size and symbols/of a bathroom stall.”
“Slender girl with thick black plaits hides her teeth/from me when she smiles. her friendship is bravery./my body is violence.”
“4. “Drink a daily glass of kombucha instead of sweet tea, blue algae, or cola.”/5. “Is kombucha similar to zero-calorie water or rambutan agua fresca?”/6. “You look so young. Do you drink a lot of kombucha or is it the melanin?”’
“Dear dying moon/Dear blooming cherry/Dear barn window//Please grant permission”
“7. Pop one’s clogs/8. Struck down/9. Food for worms/10. Join the great majority”
“she say she a witch now. can’t nobody break what’s broken & i’m all ivory.”
“When cis men say they worry/about dying in the floodwaters of a former/sheet of ice, I think it must be nice, the privilege/that allows a cis man to worry about drowning…”
“//whachu want/from me?//whachu/got that won’t get//me killed?/i ask this//of every//land/i’ve planted”
“Yesterday, I spent hours stroking the glean off my phone/until it erased every dead thing, until the dead were entwined/into its body.”
“god under my chin//hung together by a rusted artery/a copper clasp, poking”
“Turn me into a mirror, a space/for you to trap light, arms/rising up to make/the illusion of a head”
“The saying goes that revenge is a chilled soup. So, start with 2 whole Spanish yellow onions.”
“I never liked his mother/because she never liked me. Afraid of the damage//when the damage leans over.”
“Once an not now I/parachuted from a daring little plane.//As if a shipwreck survivor I crawled onto shore.”
My sister and I rolled our eyes at the stench: / sweet rotting orange salty seeds all sweat and tears / Now we squeeze oranges over our heads / Let their yolks drip down
“I want a life where I feel strange and intimate/with the border between the real and unreal//and still get to eat.”
“Often, when my mother leafs through large, cluster stacks of paper and/prepares them for the shredder, I imagine skin.”
“I say hello/to a small face peeking/round the corner of someone’s house:/a cat in my mind/until it stands upright…”
I snip the buds between their legs, / deflower my girls grown in rows because
I grabbed his hand and twisted its spokes through my thicket / and said I would peel his face back the way he peeled
i want to write about the blueberries i picked from the throat of a New England fall afternoon; how my hands plucked each branch like a familiar melody.
made out of thin copper wires originally from a moon planet averse to gravity aware of the pool of rainwater wet stones
into her, and I’m just trying not to get burnt, trying to keep myself whole. Will you try to shatter me?
[me, tense & admitting gunnah; him, heavy sob in a front seat]
brother i was in a dream state/ Jesus was there/ & Gil Scott-Heron/ & the only sound/ the whirr of the ceiling fan/ brother/ the night we took
I am a gutted afterthought meaning my skin slips like any other
We find a note in the house from St. V’s, a summons to a meeting to discuss suspension
“Your politics refers to an attempt to make/some part of yourself safe.”
“I was nobody’s angel in the centerfold/too ballet scrawny to have any curves/too darkskinned to light up a room/too short to tower over my haters”
“I will die on Sunday afternoon in Saginaw/following a plate of my mother’s/enchiladas, fried chicken, and rice.”
“I’m never a teenager at all, if it can be arranged. I see the car coming and don’t make the left turn.”
“my children will begin to understand sometimes Dads are not your real Dads maybe their real Dad is still wandering no change of clothes no cash no comb”
“i can imagine you imagining me doing that with you like i was imagining in that moment / you never really know what the other person is thinking but i thought if we were off the clock i would try to find a way to kiss you”
“& what should I have grown up to be? She tried. Parted our hair to the side. Let two boys throw love at her one stuck she thought it was a miracle.”
Is a peaceful life what I am doing here? Women are talking about you which means you will not die today. A face with a name is made
“According to National Geographic, scientists have now developed the technology by which to grow tiny human hearts on spinach leaves.”
“cut offs and a racoon shirt/or finding fate in cut off (or la coupe)/where have you gone?”