Bones splintered in the hall where wallpaper peeled she was a corpse in the boards beneath. potatoes boiled in the kitchen steam gathered above the sink -a mask on the window, cracked against cold mirror of the bends in her spine. she settled like dust on the glass a puzzle watching over the yard. at…Read more »
My sister cried each month when she bled splayed naked on the bathroom floor vomiting; great heaves in the porcelain bowl shaking violently—each vertebrae resounding in snakelike shivers beneath ivory skin expelling womanhood like it would kill her not to, like she might crawl out of her flesh a seizing spine lunging forth with the…Read more »
The way Earth moves here an easy roll of jagged rock across a film reel and endless gray, or lush green or blue—my favorite blue and the nights are thicker without you here heat from my own breath my own sweat my own pulse in my ears a rhythmic syncopation with the cicadas and the…Read more »
ma belle fleur with swollen knuckles tangled hair your veins are small rivers flowing against grain poison granules in deep blue my lips and teeth learning to swim in them draw red to my tongue a soft rain our breasts look different in sunlight bright white against sand, your desert showered in touch I trace…Read more »
There’s sand in my sheets where I’ve carried the grit of travel into fiber into home strange a threshold crossed seamlessly, Virginia’s in the kitchen Georgia spilt atop the hutch the sheets are dusted, a comfortable grain against well-worn skin calves, unshaven and I’m the sand in someone else’s bed
Blue water is warmer thick skin is softer he said You tear like paper at my words and I can’t hold something so prickled, so sharp. Arms of rust, breasts of splintered wood victims of exposure to you.
You drag through plains heavy and slow and shrug at the earth centuries spent building the craters beneath your feet Do high winds swell in your chest can your igneous lips speak? thaw now and tell a tale gather time in your lungs and melt.