Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
Music enters my dream. It is distant, indistinct. Then, I am awake. I can still hear it. A guitar, one note over and over but changing. It is the middle of the night. I keep my eyes closed, trying to hold on to that flimsy layer of sleep out of Read more
Always I am with her every step I tag along attempt to let her know she’s not alone but a smile does not greet me when I appear around her only a sadness I can’t reverse for her as I put on display the shapeshift of her body; limited are Read more
I lost my shoes in Ecuador. But I lost Da’uud in the swamp. I remember how his long lashes blinked back dampness the day we were married, his borrowed clothes pressed, his hair too closely trimmed, everything scrubbed till it shone. His parents were quite pleased; my parents were too. Read more
In the morning She yawns and stretches With dancing eyes Repossesses Sunlight spilling Through a battered blind Diamond set And still in time Her legs unfold Intertwine The horizon lying Distant in the past As far as the soul can see She turns And burns And covers me Like a Read more
My features, they betray me with their inside joke, my identity comprised of an awkward three-some. But when I’m drunk, so I’ve heard, the southern drawl spills out like molasses. I’ve lived my life as a chameleon, camouflaging into the background, hidden in someone else’s wild. I shake my hips Read more
i’d much rather write a poem on my bed’s riot than the love triangle on my horizon (but i know what you’re eager to hear) floral pattern sheets become cartesian chaos: linear lines over my chest, quadratic parabolas echoing around my arms, the logarithmic curve slowly fading toward my pillow. Read more
Don’t make me go not down there where tacks rule the floor donkey carcasses everywhere Not now. Not yet. haven’t finished my last punishment yet. Still plucking each hair off my body. For carnal sin, for decadence Please no. So dark. So lonely. I imagine scuttling crabs all around me. Read more
Dear Baby, I don’t know if you will ever be real, but here are some things I want to say to you. I’ve never really wanted a child. Well, that’s not true. You are wanted. But the idea of having a child—the need to have a child—has never been part Read more