as the women grind grain in their mortars
i kneel nearby.
watching them scrub the grain sand smooth
my organs feel too hot
burning hot
so hot and it hurts and
i want to perform harikari
just to let out the heat
just a quick slice across my belly
just to cool off my steaming intestines
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 10:58 AM UTC
my blankets are breathing
i pick my scab over and over
i pick my scab over and over
i pick my scab over and over
keep your eyes open
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 10:45 PM UTC
maybe we'll make these
it sounds like he's blooming
that sounds lovely
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 11:50 AM UTC
She's on the couch with her eyes open lips open legs open
She just kinda appeared
That's what we want of course
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 6:57 PM UTC
these are not Truths
-these inner workings- these vulnerable selves-
integrated with what is, was, might have been, will be, could be-
half the story is never even told-
she keeps on writing-
May 7, 2013
May 7, 2013 at 6:56 PM UTC
The train tracks have slipped under the loose sand.
Up in the tree, I watch people I'll never meet go by.
May 6, 2013
May 6, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC
memories get distorted based on who you are now
turning life into language
the dark secret(s)
whatdoesitmeanwhatdoesitmean
May 1, 2013
May 1, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC