Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Her blue eyes follow us from behind the dip In the cascading hill of brown and green and red. They say she’s a runner— Fit with a halter that never comes of. Her soft nose meets my hand, Her feet prodding the back of my calves. I slip against the Read more
The women in the kitchen create Thanksgiving While the men sit on the couch and watch the game, Smoke cigars off the back porch, And hold the football between their hands On the lawn they swear they’ll mow tomorrow. The women in the kitchen covering the counter In white lily, Read more
As I looked down at the near-full perfume bottles, Shoes I haven’t worn since high school, Shirts that stopped fitting ten pounds ago, And dozens of pairs of panties, socks, and ripped hosiery, I realized why I can’t stop buying things—I don’t like myself very much. Paying for color analyses, Read more
