SEAHORSE

SEAHORSE

I unearthed a seahorse—lithe and dried, Slumped heavy in sand and Sweltering by the microwave of The smoldering sky. It laid bent and braided, bore black Pinprick eyes, and had found throne By the salty phalanges of Poseidon’s clench The gulls had gawked and the Sun had stalked my bony shoulders, The skinny seahorse sheltered by my Sloping shadow.…

Destroyer

Destroyer

Never content, you drew wayward thrills from my fear of abandonment. Fastidious, you picked my bud smelt it gently, then squashed it underfoot. You left with quiet force, your silent footfall boomed in my ears. split the space where we stood. Photo Credit: MattysFlicks Flickr via Compfight cc

Found Wanting: Burning With Anger, The Hidden Truth of Eating Disorders

Found Wanting: Burning With Anger, The Hidden Truth of Eating Disorders

At my childhood best friend Ashley’s house, the pantry was big enough to sit in, and when we were bored, we did just that, eating whatever was around us. The pantry was long and narrow, cool and dark, with hardwood floors obscured by tins of flour and multi-flavored popcorn. It was a tight squeeze, and different body parts fell…

Wet

Wet

He rubs his thumb against two other ones, index and next, fingertip circles slow until it flows — honeysuckle scent from some dripping aperture, brass faucet.  Knows by rote the bubble height you like — that steam makes nightmares dreams, cleans freshly shrunken dolls. How intimate submerging naked seems, even in microscopic extremes. Small enough to float atop his…

A Confession of Madness and a Glass of Bordeaux

A Confession of Madness and a Glass of Bordeaux

Fingers are monsters, hands are storms, they clench and shipwrecks bubble from knuckles and children are turned into orphans and little birdies are tortured, wings go wrong, and sun goes moon and dark slams into light and someone somewhere gives up the fight too many pills, too many potions, too many thrills, but too much peace and dance floors…

A SURVEY OF THE FEMALE EXPERIENCE

A SURVEY OF THE FEMALE EXPERIENCE

The rib never fit And the apple had worms Fig leaves are for fools shaming the Triangle of life Caves sheltered as long as you brought Down your share, felled by points you Chiseled by the hour, in between Sewing skins and putting the baby To your breast— Migrations, snow, death Seeds sown, crops harvested You: Learn to read,…

honeycomb

honeycomb

we grow in towers and in hightides and blossom with the coming of winter in the anomaly of bittersweet outbursts we find some comfort in woolen sweaters. our lack of empathy, guarded in the white cuffs around our necks; there are tears meditating on your face, but we cry rebellion as you loathe in a forlorn corset. our bodies…

Be The Part

Be The Part

Alone/Connected/Absolving/Regretting/Dismissive Walk the room in a waltz-like mode With heels and a tote, your lip gloss in a smear The garden, then, was at the back of the house Where we spend our days in some calculated abandonment All while baking cakes Reading journals of dystopian vision While I cut your bangs Now, now I do nothing Nothing much…

BEGUILE

BEGUILE

You are under the mistaken delusion that you are still capable of beguiling me. Oh no, that ended years ago when first you thought to abandon me. Hypnotize perhaps. Beguile never. Photo Credit: NuCastiel Flickr via Compfight cc

Beige Violence

Beige Violence

this abuse didn’t come in black and blue. his fists never ricocheted off her veins as they spiderwebbed into plum colored welts, blood never bloomed crimson peonies from the corners of her mouth or rooted between the cracks in her teeth. but I saw him feast behind her wooden ribs (that he claimed she owed him), planting thistles in…

Things Change

Things Change

I could meet you tomorrow? That’s what I told him. Wow! Is that clock right? [A nervous laugh]. Can I come in? Get. Up. I miss you, always. I need to quit soon… I can fix that. I think I’m starving for something. I could look at your face all day. Never mistake a soulmate for a lesson. I’ll…

Bound and Blindfolded

Bound and Blindfolded

Deep in the fen, they came prepared to cut away at the rope, undo the knots of the cloth covering your face to lead you out of the spatha cage you made, the door was already open. When they came near, you raged— sliced your skin, tributaries of blood, staining the marshland you trapped yourself in. Even then they…

Weapons of War

Weapons of War

I wonder about fistulas and how a pocket of flesh is made from violence / how a coin purse of feces and urine and discharge holds the effluence of rape / who holds the run-off of soldier’s semen’s  war-crimes / who holds girls’ hands’ tremors when the fingernails are gone / who is the animal in the forest /…

Some Language is More Equal Than Others

Some Language is More Equal Than Others

My no means less than your yes. My no to you perhaps means yes. My no is up for discussion. My no can be persuaded or explained away Or followed down the street.   It can be molded until it sounds like yes to your ears But still no to mine.   My no can be worn down With…

Mindscape of a pregnant girl after the death of her lover

Mindscape of a pregnant girl after the death of her lover

Paris, France 1920 AT last! They’ve left! They think that I’m asleep! They think that they can rest from their watch, but I know better, I know that they can’t stop me. Here’s the window! Open the shutters, and there’s the street five stories below! They think I’m a coward, that I won’t, but I will, I will jump,…

How to Prepare

How to Prepare

Pull your hair tightly into a high pony tail Make it tighter still. There is something to be said for immaculate strands and their fraying roots.   Memorize the story of King Solomon and the baby so that the sensation of being severed in half becomes as familiar as breathing. The stinging sensation should fade as breath and cauterization…

Volcanic Ice

Volcanic Ice

It’s all lost in the fire I can smell, see, touch every emotion Every Sensation heaving through me at once I’m Fire It’s all Fire Not the good kind of fire that leads to rebirth The bad kind Volcanic Glass Frozen fire The dark crystal petrifying whatever souls died in that moment Unable to move on Petrified Wood No…

dear shelley: (the one who says I’m a whore)

dear shelley: (the one who says I’m a whore)

not shelley, +++ the one I taught +++as a 6th grader not shelley, +++the one I know +++from chicago but shelley, +++the one from ohio +++who says I’m trash does it make you mad +++to know your words +++make my fire burn brighter? your anger delights +++my power, it validates +++my self-worth beyond yours did you hear my laughter +++with…

She Still Stands

She Still Stands

Stalwart she stands, Vestige of an age-old battle. Despite upheaval and storm, She can’t be kept down. The jealous threw rocks in her path, Easily seen and sidestepped. Haters threw stones at her, They reverberated back to them. They made pits for her to fall in, She leapt them with a laugh. They tried to knock her over, And…

The Color Code: Underwear, An Invitation For Sexual Misconduct?

The Color Code: Underwear, An Invitation For Sexual Misconduct?

“I see London, I see France, I see [child’s name]’s underpants!” (unknown origin) A familiar childhood chant, guaranteed to wreak playground-wide humiliation on the child, usually a girl, whose name was tauntingly inserted into the rhyme as she practiced perfecting her cartwheels on the grass, or flipped somersaults over the railings by the steps, with a flash-glimpse of her…

Good Girl

Good Girl

Go ahead mark me with your stain, claim me as your own Boisterous bravado, you think you have it made. I am a good girl, never would my heart betray the hand that strokes me. I am a good girl, here— see my new lacy knickers? They were bought just for you. I am a good girl, I gratify…

Rumi Lovers

Rumi Lovers

He can move in and out of her as Rumi lovers do, the type of lover who knows your body before he touches, the sort that knows everything by asking. The one to please, send you off with prayers give you god pleasure, madly make sex turn to love. Turn society to a foreign entity in the sky of…

Mother

Mother

I am what she once was She empties her hand in mine grips the buzzing bee hip and knee replaced the bone cup that birthed us broken this bone cradle fails her eighty years spent in its hammock bruises surface yellow and brown A rat terrier snaps at my leg tear duct waterfalls rage razor-edged what-ifs take aim Our…

The Cacti of Your Memories

The Cacti of Your Memories

I walk amid paths strewn with cacti of your memories. Which stay still, strong, silent. But there. In my path. So that if i want to go forward, I have to go through them. But when I try do that, I get pierced by their sharp pointy thorns. It is as if they do not want me to go…

Downfall

Downfall

begin to constantly wear your disguise crown of thorns dipped in red, dangling above your head. no trace of purity or sacrifice. your name will only be shunned woven together with life’s thread but happier — apart — and every time you try to achieve the past slips through fingers like ribbons, ribbons of water attached to a chemise…

CHRISTMAS: A SUMMARY REPORT

CHRISTMAS: A SUMMARY REPORT

8:00 am  I cannot believe I am showering, getting dressed, and putting on makeup at this ungodly hour on a Saturday. I would have had endless time to lollygag but my brother decided to move Christmas dinner to Saturday so one of his fiancé’s daughters and her family could attend. At the last minute, they decided to go to…