just write it down, plain as bathroom wall scrawls, like a one minute video, like only the chorus of an old rock ballad everyone already knows the words to, each line sounding like something they’ve heard before and already believe a bee pollinating plastic flowers melting in a too hot sun, boca background ,dappled light […]
Tag: poetry
after
we look through eyelids seeing each other in negative outlines that moments ago were coloured in
Scout
Daguerreotype with hat and horns gunpowder for a white man in buckskin peeled from the backs of fathers of fathers of fathers he speaks three languages while I speak none
thirty minutes at a time
when something dies, we make a statue in a park downtown and office workers sit in its shade eating half hour lunches smoking nervous cigarettes
cut out
the hole where you were but now are not an outline of your arms outstretched, and I can’t tell which way you’re facing
dream/space
Thinking about how we write stories while we sleep
a small note about pockets
Women don’t have pockets to carry the things we need to carry so we carry them in our bodies until they become a part of us. No nightstand tray, sling bag full of bad experiences, memories of our mothers. We carry her too, in our bellies that wax and wane like moons puffed up with […]