How Do I Explain This To a Therapist

How do I explain this to a therapist? I live with the proclivity to vindicate your mouth and nullify blame for how the planes folded over our atoms. The long lost father     husband     devirginizer     murderer — soulmate manifested from the macrocosm of sadistic axiom. Rainier to Olympus. Alki to…

White Noise & Kill Bill Sirens

I take two steps towards you. I miss you. I take two steps before falling apart face to face with your apparition, I take two steps          I hesitate,          I take two steps and my eyes dilate their loss in a hallway, your spirit smells like rotten plums…

A Strong Woman

Being called a strong woman has become a personality trait. A label. It’s said in commendation, as a way to stereotype your muliebrity because it sustains evidence of your existence. People pay tribute to you when you are a strong woman. It allows people to assign you value – otherwise, who would you be and…

What Kind of Hands Did The Monster Grow

What kind of hands did the monster grow. A royal flush, peaches and blush blooming epiphanies from the wrinkles in his palms, the desperate twitch of a boy sitting alone and naked in a cold bathtub swallowing soap and scraping food from his nails with loosened baby teeth, begging for his parents attention as they’re…

Proserpina

The blood of old idioms climb my suffering like ivy / feral words that slide from my mouth sound just like you, impersonating the vernacular of your curiosity which trigger how forcefully you squeeze your fingertips into my fossilized knees / you whispered my thighs once belonged to Proserpina I flee from your dirty hair,…

The Leaves You Pick Off The Blackberry

He held his breath to them all. The way a bushel of blackberries suddenly appears on the side of the road after you’ve escaped from the city. You steal them by the handful, assuming they don’t belong to anyone except nature – and she owes you – from the countless times she disembodied your hungry…

I am the l o v e r.

I am the lover that will consume you whole, just as you are, filled with lies and guilt, suckling the impressions of your esoteric past your lack of future your selfish present your ugly name and all its consonants, constantly breeding atop my tongue / I paint you in cells / I am the lover…

Two Cannibals in a Blackout

I am a mirror image of what is inside you. Violence and a bullseye – subliminal sacrifices being antagonized through ticker tape and cartographs, velvet Tourette’s and phobic of reactionaries, our fingers swell in the exact same way when our blood pressures rise and we sweat the same nonsense which makes our pores smell alike…

Four Nicknames and a Uterus

Desi wiped sweat all over the front of his white shirt as I scream about how hot the pavement is – and he hates it – the word pavement. It reminds him of being in his 20’s, when the woman he loved fucked their mutual friend in their home in their bed more than once….

Post and Rail

I had a dream we were strangers,          a dream we were neighbors partitioned by a farm, I held my daughter and watched you through post and rail, planting flowers – your knees buried in the soil          Filled with soul and sun, sorting your grown daughters old clothes…