not all men
I dig for shelter
in a homespun
endometrial layer
each new moon
like the first rain
each crimson drop
seething in the
songs of
the blood
I mark myself with
the war paint you
made to keep
me small
for
my sisters
are coming
Home
thighs full
of thunder on
shaking ground
Home
to
the night
the streets
the bargaining table
never yours to take
never yours to keep
we reclaim
each of our stars
(a raging red
crown
of conquest)
and despite it all
they still shine for
y o u
Hover | Fly
in heat
we break
like coffee cups
splintered
splattered
all over your floor
how could I
forget
how you
abhor raw
naked mess
the cracks
are canyons
in Japan
there is a word
for this
you know? what I mean
when the light can’t get in
you fill the abyss with gold
if you can afford it
in this
economy?
you run for the hills
Comrades and Cotton Sheets
out of the woods and
into the wild
my voice is fed
raised on jasmine
and foxglove
you’re right
I am feral
and
these kisses
are out for revenge
an eye for a tooth
an eye tooth for silver lashes
eviscerating every
atom of him
I barely sense
in the grove of
your surface skin
evening prayers
sequestered
Blue and Purple
bloom on my heart
and along porcelain legs
your words
marking me
we’ve all been eaten alive
one time or another