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…