I am betrayed by the agency of womanhood
a perennial lie; a shackle; a scythe
I am ‘want’ and I am 'pine’ and I am
most importantly, by myself
sisterhood, they cry sisterhood, and I am an echo
I am the clearest resolution
I am a hunting party
I am a dog at a tether; at a bone; at the point of a knife
my love becomes violent, because I torture what I do not understand
Jan 27, 2019
Jan 27, 2019 at 10:00 PM UTC
pockets filled with rocks and still she rises
absorbs sand through pinkish skin and still
she rises
january fire and a clean mother -
regret can't bury pets but can it bury
our clean mother?
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 9:02 AM UTC
in the place where women go to drown
i take myself there and lay her down
Jul 24, 2017
Jul 24, 2017 at 6:55 AM UTC
where was it that i saw a catfish hanging
drying
where was it that i dug beneath the silt and found
bones
rusted metal
broken glass
my memories are abscesses;
from what depths do they come?
my memories are experiments in rage,
salutations to the sun,
the axis of the earth and they
ground me,
lie for me
allow me to believe in resolution, restitution
other words beginning with r
Jul 18, 2017
Jul 18, 2017 at 7:45 AM UTC
your mother sleeps with arms outstretched,
tomorrow she'll take back what was hers
your sister waits in the marsh
and the leeches are calling her deeper
after all, didn't the apocalypse start in your back yard?
didn't hell reign on your house first?
Jul 3, 2017
Jul 3, 2017 at 5:07 AM UTC
if i had of known how far i would have to walk to find this
there's all the chance in hell that i'd be right back at the beginning,
sharpening my tools on upturned stones -
making excuses not to go
if i had of believed in the power of my own two hands
i don't think i would have ever gone looking
for somebody else to hold things for me,
as if it were unbearable to think myself whole
May 18, 2017
May 18, 2017 at 8:56 AM UTC
which night is best for burning?
how clean should my be skin be?
tell me how I fall apart at the bone
I'm interested to see how this plays out
May 8, 2017
May 8, 2017 at 3:57 AM UTC
i fail to understand myself as a whole person and by this logic nothing can happen to me. good or bad, i am imune to it
May 5, 2017
May 5, 2017 at 2:01 AM UTC
I am laughing all the way to the front door where I make myself vulnerable; extinguishable. I ask to be taken out - to feel the weight of something feasible; something absolute
I ask to be put away - I am tired now.
Apr 28, 2017
Apr 28, 2017 at 10:28 PM UTC