Thursday, December 20, 2018

mothers and fuckers

say im at the park,
and i see some raggedy
dog with tootsie teets

and a floppy twat.
i always toss her a look --
one that says "i know"

Thursday, February 12, 2015

and so do i. goddammit.

"there'll be days like this"
my mama said not ever.
she just yelled a lot.

Saturday, January 10, 2015

and there's a fire

fingers a bit cold
and bellies warm with food,
she leans into me,

opens my sweater
and nuzzles my middle.
"let's be close," she says.

Saturday, January 3, 2015

we practice French in the tub

"my nails.  mes ongles."
she makes waves with her legs
"look at all my scabs."

my home

let this be my castle
let this be my fortress
let them hold me here, captive in this perfect prison forever and ever.
let this be my tomb.

Monday, December 29, 2014


poorly fitted shoes
cold ashes over embers
expired laxatives.

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

bath time

water washes through
her hair, smelting gold and
silver down her back