The slice and sting Ink pushing into skin Flowers blooming On soft ground A needling spell A talisman tattoo Making this body feel like...

Lyme My inbox reminds me weekly, There is a support group meeting on Saturday.  My body lurches, I am arched into angles on purpose, I...

THE HAPPIEST WEEK i'm sun-soaked & my hair is tangled in ocean-water, cafe cigarettes, & itself, we can walk to the beach from here!...

Bargain hunters warm honey/steel trap holding me hostage she has ways of making me talk ripe orange/edge sting tightening violin strings...

they say home is where the heart is, but what do you do when home doesn’t call anymore or, when home gets too busy and forgets you...

What words can I say to say There is no such thing as a safe space when the world wants you dead? Forced into corners, Forced into...

I search for the soft in your linens, which smell far too much like the last time races against me, and I am troubled. It is held...

portrait of a girl as longing, girl as home rendered in light, girl with a citrus mouth & sunscape hands. heartbreak girl / heartache...

I’m still figuring out how to put this gently How to perfect my toss so you can catch it I’m looking for a way to say I love you But I...

it’s humid in the theatre and we dance to a song about a circus wearing character shoes on a slippery stage between breaks we sit across...

You remind me of a dream sweet lullaby slowly whispered to me i hear your voice when i shut my eyes feel your touch along my spine in...

41 weeks (+4 days) I'm so frustrated my bones are making pearls of milk making my body soft making my skin weep and all I can taste is...

Cayenne Red Pepper girl eats cayenne lips for breakfast. Everytime she yelps it gets a bit hot-her. Bite tongues; sucking on holding...

Dating feels like Standing in a field And everybody aiming their crossbows at me But being black and queer and woman The bullseye is on...

there is no map of you  beneath my wings, the air is succumbing to our distance some ceremony of equal longing and relief but i am a...

love doesn’t happen in a vacuum the foundation can’t be built on an island with no salvation but like second nature you’re here next to...

How fickle the feeling is, to know oneself as human. A near lifetime of knowing life only as an object, of having one’s will dictated by...

She and I blankets above heads the light that is barely there hearts beating next to each other, She and I. a smile that lights up the...

New Body Rules Age 12: Dad double checked my packing list for my weekend with Elizabeth and her family: socks, white and uncomfortably...

Is it fear of our connection to the earth or to ourselves that causes us to remove our hair? Is it the wisdom that grows through our poes...