Index fingers to thumbs, hands on the knees we heave together in Kapalabhati. I have come here often enough it may be brewing coffee, shifting the car to drive. At first my wingspan was the measure of safety— how far over my neighbor’s sticky mat did my fingers spread in Ardha Chandrasana? To touch a … Continue reading
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Parallel access – poem
There was a frontage road once in a while and a set of unnamed seedlings sunning under their sunhats. Someone ignored the powerlines or rather, the powerbill. There was a feeder road with a feathered tail that clutched at decision so hard it’s plumes went corkscrew. The where of some salted in it’s unknown future, … Continue reading
Wingwoman – Poem
Every pairing requires a pair to begin. Like Nana said, it takes money to make money. You need two wings to walk between an open cockpit biplane— An open bar— Both empty out in a flood of endorphins. I thought I’d polish the steps like suction on polycarbonate hold fast the moving bullet and dangle … Continue reading
Lost & Found – Poem
I want to cover you in neon stickers and tell no one. I want to lay naked in your arms, and take a no-flash photograph of us in pitch black. In recent trends the spectral has swollen out to overtake the spectacle and I want to go out of style with you. I want to … Continue reading
The Map – poem
Survey it. I’ve got one plush chair. Stacked with books and bills, costume pearls dangle over dice and magazines. Sit on the carpet, the bed if it’s a problem. Outside the slanted bay windows thousands of reflections burn light from dawns that pop without fog. This city is not the map, I am the … Continue reading
Queen – Poem
I love her brand of lady, the slanted sequined mirror. The sassy kiss of a drag queen is everyone’s dream. Her brazen farce pulls in— take me as I am— bitch. Tits of foam and crystal spike heels— let’s peel back gender. Flirt. I’d paint on eyebrows like a roller coaster ride. I’d reclaim beauty, … Continue reading
Barren baron – poem
“Dear world I will no longer have your babies” ~after NB But you can’t have them in the first place— I think. My friends post the strangest shit online, and everyone chimes in, but no one notes the inability of my friend’s male anatomy to carry a kid anywhere besides the … Continue reading
The flavor of coffee – poem
My friend says she can’t drink coffee because she’s an empath. The reasons clarify after Time Magazine declared it true. And I suppose it’s a see- saw to my 8-10 cups a day. One day I may run out, the earth may run out, global warming will be warned along the … Continue reading
Powerlines – Poem
Powerlines ~for the families of the Emmanuel Episcopal Church I get red in the face when no one reads me when I spend too long in the sun plotting rebellions against the powers I want to (have already) become. Plug in, use me, I’m offering what I can. I get red in the face … Continue reading
Photos we don’t snap – Poem
I’m looking forward to the next red light so I can pull the mascara over lashes hold dilly dally like it’s not mine, with evidence that I neither chose it, neither could prevent it. It’s an everyday dawn, a deeper red light we brush off like cat dander. I aim to delay arrival, the engine … Continue reading
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