I feel your fingers
in everything that I do
the way the sprout feels decay
and struggles to turn it into life
Sep 24, 2014
Sep 24, 2014 at 1:33 AM UTC
I walk along the interstate like Eurydice by the river
streaming and stinging lights, come-home and
go-away lights, lights like firefly streaks looped on repeat
then the dream dips and I am underneath
where the blue becomes black and concrete wears thin
the factory is vast and empty, hollow like a ribcage
without organs, and my dress is too thin
where is my armor? where is my sword, my arrows
or bow? there are hands everywhere, disembodied
and moving through the darkness, touching my shoulders
and my lips and my pale closed eyelids like moths
they lead me so politely and I am lying down on the machine
now, I am giving myself to it
somewhere I cannot see, a fire is burning
I can smell its heat on the air and the way it is hungry
like a pig rooting through wet earth
or a man
Sep 8, 2014
Sep 8, 2014 at 11:56 AM UTC
off-beat, head wobbling, knobby
girl-knees and small hands. too small.
I put everything of the world inside my body
and turn it into tiny green sprouts
the white glow from street signs at night
a cupped palmful of water and fish scales
falling from my half-open mouth and rising up
around me to swirl through my hair like a fever dream
and dissolve back into starmilk
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 5:42 PM UTC
he told me every night to close the window
but I just wanted it open in case I needed someone to hear me scream
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 10:48 PM UTC
I want to get better
no, I want to feel that dizzy spinning medicine
rising up along my spine and turning everything
into rolling moonlines following my eyes
I only need to change
if I can't even laugh when I'm drunk anymore
I wear all the flowers
I never lie
I'm your baby girl, stumbling and clinging to your side
I stare sick at the shape of men's shadows in the streetlights
when I scrape my knees on the asphalt my smile is wild and your hands
could be all over me but right now they just hold mine
give me one more shot for courage
before you open up my insides
Aug 15, 2014
Aug 15, 2014 at 10:16 PM UTC
newly-birthed
by the sea and the sand,
I am pink and
delicate, an exposed nerve,
a soft flushed child-animal.
where I walk it is sensitive--raw,
but the pain is so clean
and good
that it is almost pleasure.
Aug 8, 2014
Aug 8, 2014 at 4:15 AM UTC
curled lying prone and
humming hot, like a wire--
thrumming, like a thread
upon which water falls. I am aching
and oversensitive
holing a howl up inside me
and feeding it to my fears
Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 4:19 AM UTC
i’m going up and up, like hands
twining over heads in the lights and the smoke,
weaving into the music their own song
of tendon on tendon and rushing arteries.
if I lean my head back, you are there
and the melody is stronger, wilder,
begging tentatively to be touched
like a feral animal just beyond my fingers.
behind me, you are a mountain.
I lift my hands and I pray.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 2:17 AM UTC
call me closing moonflower,
mist-skinned,
call me early morning dewdreaming
waking up softly
and blinking through the pearls on the spiderwebs.
call me silverbreathed,
stretching out like the yawn of a cat
pale pink-tongued
and waiting
to be kissed
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 2:09 AM UTC
so this night, I set stars heavy on my brow
and paint my lips with ash
a courting ritual, a lady’s rite—
my warpaint is the lean of my hips,
my sword, the word of gods in my mouth.
yea, I will rule thee
like the sea of my birth
and the snows of my forests,
and you will think it is you who are king.
my warpaint is the curve of my throat,
my sword, the feather-touch of fingers.
do not think that I will hesitate
to take what is divine right.
the splendor,
the agony,
the death
is mine.
Jul 25, 2014
Jul 25, 2014 at 2:07 AM UTC