How many times have you come back around? I feel like I’ve been here enough times to realize that certain people will become some sort of test. Nothing scholarly about it really, just a test of strength and compassion. I wasn’t blessed with a sculpted body, the kind men want to ejaculate on. I wasn’t …

I have this full length mirror, a housewarming gift from a friend. It swivels up and down and it doesn’t stay put unless I lean it against a wall. I keep it dirty, full of dust, thwarting my very existence when I look at myself through it. I stay long periods of time looking at …

  “Your pussy is magick.” he says between heavy wheezing. His asthma is acting up. We smoke too much.   We’ve been up for hours, talking. The way new lovers talk. Curiously. Drowsily. Heavily.   While the city sleeps, we make love. I haven’t slept right in weeks and last night was no different. I …

I’m fertile right now. I can feel it in my mouth, my womb. There is something that wants to be birthed, and I’m not afraid. I need to level up. Invade this egg, this seed. Ask it questions.   Why the pain? Why me?   I watch the soldiers in trees, my haters. Snipers. In …

I’m bleeding. sullied thighs, teary-eyed, ravenous. My man is sympathetic.  Buys me wine, ice-cream, weed.  Makes love to me and doesn’t mind when I stain the bed. It’s a good life. Another day at the office, and today they are trying to appeal to our hunger and depression by having a corn-dog truck come during …

Do you ever think about getting all your ex-lovers together and putting them in a room so they can have a meet-and-greet? You know, ask each other questions, compare notes and hesitantly but curiously ask, “Did she eat your ass?” secretly hoping he was the only one. Don’t worry baby, you were, you were... I …