against the silence

According to some  I have a nice mouth, deep eyes, good legs—a nice voice—nice hair My veins are full of shit  and gold intermixed,  they rot and make me rich  on the great verge of recognition,  one tastes the years  on the surface of the tongue i scrape at its antiquity taste the many corpses …

unbelievable things

words don’t stick  I  threaten with forgetfulness// a personalized rumor/// they laugh *** will the gate lock? I am tired  of being ripe a morsel shoulders stiff  with the crown of all who whispered crucifixion I am a willing participant the sadness  doesn’t bother me, it’s happiness  a formless somewhere  between a smile and a …

snarl

I am taking time, to heal. Birds don’t bother me anymore. A crow comes at the same time every morning,  and it’s slowly become part of this healing.  It caws and I yawn. I wait for it,  much like I wait for my stomach to begin churning and talking before I get out of bed …

dressed

his love is open heart surgery no permission reacquainted,  joined at the hip twins with different mothers we are wife, husband, lovers ego glitching distortion of proportion fears are only inches high but I willingly drown his love is open heart surgery no permission, genuine a surgeon,  who is working on watching me stitch these …