Category: Poetry
My Pretty Nails
My pretty nails brittle on the backside. The shellac is shiny, And consumer-facing. The glitter gradation Disguises the delayed self-care. The missed appointment And week four gel Deprived the beds of oxygen. A ten-minute massage temps me Adding to the bill and Distracting my impulse to unlock my phone Forgetting Read more
Among the Mist
Her blue eyes follow us from behind the dip In the cascading hill of brown and green and red. They say she’s a runner— Fit with a halter that never comes off. Her soft nose meets my hand, Her feet prodding the back of my calves. I slip against the Read more
THE WHITE GOD RISES
January 20, 2025 Behind dark mountains at dusk, the white god rises.Long after the loss of trust, the white god rises. During eclipse, they bang pans to bring the moon back.She laughs, what’s wrong with the cusp? The white god rises. Who sculpts the shape of woman, the shape of Read more
Hamaatsa
a couple on the run, begun though it had ended, painting red lines, black streaks, triangles on the wall, forget the shortest distance, draw a circle with directions in the dirt, in the sand, in the movement of a hand, tracing imaginary cities across each other’s skin, spots of love Read more
Waiting to Be Born
On a blank wall a purple line rises and falls as the painter walks alone, can in hand, heart fast, breath shallow, hopes high. The line will soon disappear at the hand of another painter, hired to cover this expression of joy, as it will be thought of by the Read more
Thank You
To the restaurant I’ve worked at for four years, that’s equal opportunity, that prides themselves on how they do not discriminate against sex, race, gender identity, sexual orientation, disability, pretending like I didn’t overhear that I’ve been kept as a host so a pretty, smiling face is the first thing Read more
A STORM OF WOMEN
All night, she thought she heard storms, or were they just dreams? She thought she heard a voice speaking in dusty dreams. She was so sick that she could never go outside. So she planted a small garden of trusting dreams. They shared the same chain. One barked; the other Read more