Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
He rubs his thumb against two other ones, index and next, fingertip circles slow until it flows — honeysuckle scent from some dripping aperture, brass faucet. Knows by rote the bubble height you like — that steam makes nightmares dreams, cleans freshly shrunken dolls. How intimate submerging naked seems, even Read more
The rib never fit And the apple had worms Fig leaves are for fools shaming the Triangle of life Caves sheltered as long as you brought Down your share, felled by points you Chiseled by the hour, in between Sewing skins and putting the baby To your breast— Migrations, snow, Read more
You are under the mistaken delusion that you are still capable of beguiling me. Oh no, that ended years ago when first you thought to abandon me. Hypnotize perhaps. Beguile never. Photo Credit: NuCastiel Flickr via Compfight cc
this abuse didn’t come in black and blue. his fists never ricocheted off her veins as they spiderwebbed into plum colored welts, blood never bloomed crimson peonies from the corners of her mouth or rooted between the cracks in her teeth. but I saw him feast behind her wooden ribs Read more
I wonder about fistulas and how a pocket of flesh is made from violence / how a coin purse of feces and urine and discharge holds the effluence of rape / who holds the run-off of soldier’s semen’s war-crimes / who holds girls’ hands’ tremors when the fingernails are gone Read more
My no means less than your yes. My no to you perhaps means yes. My no is up for discussion. My no can be persuaded or explained away Or followed down the street. It can be molded until it sounds like yes to your ears But still no to Read more
Paris, France 1920 AT last! They’ve left! They think that I’m asleep! They think that they can rest from their watch, but I know better, I know that they can’t stop me. Here’s the window! Open the shutters, and there’s the street five stories below! They think I’m a coward, Read more
Pull your hair tightly into a high pony tail Make it tighter still. There is something to be said for immaculate strands and their fraying roots. Memorize the story of King Solomon and the baby so that the sensation of being severed in half becomes as familiar as breathing. Read more