New home new body

Lately I think I’ve been fal -l i —n g into circumstance and coincidence where stars are tears of a maniacal wind. Where clouds sit upon mountain tops in cold cold dry shifting sky. Everything feels cold now. It’s enough of the same that I recognize myself just by stare and the feel of stretching…

Frog

we say “swallowing words” and I get it – lately my throat is a gutter full of rain I taste dust and leaves at the back of my tongue. I am perfectly overflowing. And not so strong-willed. But I am of the edge of home. I am no dam.

Clarity

For the flat-chested comeback kid. For the scanning eyes like a game For the long eyelashes fallen on the floor. For the bent back for what for what? I am the strong breath and bright lungs of something born into gender that shed off like down feathers. I became I became I became out of…

The Uncrushing

As the vibrance of beauty stretches to include the variance in human genetic expression, as I may allow my disease to speak up through my eyes, As I may now allow my crushed heart to normalize pain, I feel now more concerned with the joys that pull us all out of ourselves. The impossible love…

Spit and Resignation

I have a lot of love to give and my love’s nearly sweet. It’s made of poetry and paint of touch and anxious acid of squinting eyes and tasting sweat. My love’s tart and hard to stomach. Bright colors and foraging for where you left things. My fingers feel broken from pulling out of wells…

Low Light

I want you in the night time. By me in bed. Right there in the unworked side of the mattress. Where our hands don’t meet in the middle. I want you in the night time. Because you are so light of day. More golden than sun, than sand. Like wind whipped rock at the latest…

End of May

I feel now that everything the world had become to me could have filled me up before. I resent that. Where the Qur’an and the veil and the height of cathedral ceilings where image of protector could have resonated louder like the hum of a God or the wind of a valley just the same….

Forgive my sick

Not sure what I would do if I still had to travel far to see the moon and stars. Sometimes I think God forgets you in steel and glass lives. Sees me better when I can see It. Food pinched in fingers seems to weigh pounds lately. And sticks to my insides like gum under…

And Still

And still, despite it all, you have a heat enough for the sun.

Starlight Hugs

Life has been so impossibly great to me. Ultimately the price tag was so little. So little I can forget it all when I brwath cutting deep cool salty air. It seems to go away when I meet these new people, when I try new places and new views of the sky. If I can…

This World Here

I think I have a real chance at happiness now. And I won’t I won’t give that up for anything.

Jack of All Boxes

It’s getting bad again. At the very beginning of a new life, I project an idea of fraud onto myself, that I somehow am not what I am. Where are the seeds for this idea? Why was I born into this false body with hips that tease me in mirrors and breasts that lie with…