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How do we become the benevolent beings we were told we should be? How do we stop judging others? How do we stop being allergic to bullshit? I’m one conversation away from erupting. I’m also in the best place of my life. Everything is dichotomy. Why do I get distracted so easily? Why do I…… Continue reading Untitled

a letter

Dear Body, I haven’t been good to you. I sometimes don’t understand how you’re still alive and thriving. I think I’ve hated you because people used you and I figured you weren’t worth much after that. I can’t tell you why I hurt you so many times, only that it felt good, at least temporarily…… Continue reading a letter

god’s mother’s breast

It is wiser to look at anyone and remember that they too have cried in the bosom of nothing, lost their will to live, missed their mother’s breast, subtracted parts of themselves to fit easily into another’s life and tripped while no one was watching. The question of, “is it only me?” reminds me that…… Continue reading god’s mother’s breast

sagittarius

I am Sagittarius, four legs one head,  a woman abhorring all the people she misled pretending what she says, means anything important a boring recollection of the dreams that all went dormant not by any means her fault, it never is it’s easy to pretend, it takes guts to live loud— obnoxious, she cannot be…… Continue reading sagittarius

hoary baby

“baby”. fortyseven, 5’3″,white,waste. needy with breath and breasts, mechanical, a slippery mouth is a Man’s wettest dream, skilled in deceit plasticity. Uncasual. uncute. the glitter perfume of Public encounters dismisses the sweet sloth somatic doe eyed & tediously trite truth. Catty. a whore. fiftyfour.                                   hindered beast hands diverted by limp dolls and dead eye…… Continue reading hoary baby

being a nobody

It’s been so long since I felt this free.  I think getting health insurance again has helped. All of last year I felt like I was dying. Meaning, I know we’re all dying since the day we were born, but I mean the kind of dying that was happening because of my stress, anxiety and…… Continue reading being a nobody

i’m stuck

I don’t have beautiful assumptions ordelicate fingers grazing the sweet grasses of balladry, no udder to secrete,though I am bloated and obscene in this unnaturally large state of sadness, a great pungent paean quivers with embers of violence,  and,to keep quiet, I cry without embarrassment, a hot broth of celery, carrots and love exculpatesmy fermented hate— I am loved, and I adore bleeding onto…… Continue reading i’m stuck

flux of human life

I never learned anything well—             I’ve been moving through as best as I can fake it. As long as my point can get across, I have no expectations about sounding like a scholar— I am not important, my miniscule web isn’t intricate, but it catches what it needs. As a child I had this dream…… Continue reading flux of human life

juggler

Blood. I’m bleeding, and I can feel the decay—I wonder if I felt my being made? We must carry some sort of remembrance of growing a heart, a clitoris—our eyes? We must.  I feel the metaphorical leaves falling from my branches. I am reaching a new season—a new set of characters on this sitcom wait…… Continue reading juggler

Among Ghosts

Sometimes supernatural stories are hard to write because they happen like dreams do. They move in slow-motion; time jumps and twitches. The first time something otherworldly happened to me was when I was living in El Monte, CA in 1988.  My mom, dad and I had moved into my Navajo grandfauxther’s house on Emery St.,…… Continue reading Among Ghosts