i once was somebodies pretty wore neroi and rose absolute. season of pearls and cashmere, cinnamon in the brandy crumbling under his touch, fingers between my legs I quivered wanted more sweeter than honey…

the serenity of your embrace dropped offthe edge of the West Coasthaven’t seen it sincei was a fool thenthought you were my strengthno one could tell me otherwise back thendumb and beautiful i didn’t wake…

he found her in dreamon kneesdigginghis face showed the wars he had fought in surviveddeath is never pretty her face a pool of watershowed other thingswhere she sat up nights in songnights of crawlingwhere…

For Chola who thought I grew up privalged.  she said she was from cement  and that I was from the trees that I wasn’t like her called me elite, entitled, proud, ignorant to the…

  you are the phosphorescencemy leafmy winglunar mothare sweet in my mouth as Doug fir tipsa taste I know wellflood tide combined with ashi seek you always in the singed wings of angels in the moist tonguefurled…

chase her through the dead pinedraped in her robe of nettle- pine pitch she pulls the ceanothus from deep below “those hips are too beautiful for these back woods” say the boys they want to…

  I am the fifth windI am here, here, and hereEbb tideDark moonI pull the roots down deeperYank with my teethHunt down sickness in it’s hiding placeStop lyingI will level the villageWearing fire for…

Image © Chiara Bautista because i know the name of monsters am a monsterhands like shovelswhiptailedcan coax the medicine from the rootrhizome of sleeprhizome of twitching and perspirationmaking them diaphoreticmaking them joyfuldeer armsmaking poisonmaking…

      Where I waited for you Having taken the last train into Cheyenne Wyoming I’m in my half-priced red dress 1:45 am In a cheap motel I am perfectly groomed Silk stockings…