I Abandon Poetry Altogether
At the party the body of the young man makes me look I look The lean uninflected flesh of the belly This casual skin Men looked Now I look The boy dives in the water, then otters back, smiling at me He doesn’t know that bodies can empty like jars He doesn’t know that I...
Strait
the day goes by piecemeal shroud-light in the afternoon twisted wire face in the mirror your name carved on my collarbone I am a woman now ragged cuticle, flaking lip skin a dry cracked dirt road my hair a noose around my neck & skin like muslin soaked in blood I am what you made...
