I was in love with a boy -- and I felt the greataching crashing loneliness inside him. come and envelope me at three a.m. on the couch. ask me aboutthe books I haven't read, the panama canal and how I wanted to throw myself off it. epiphany: you will be sad anywhere because you will… Continue reading poem: girl / woman
poem: book review
my stomach was in disarray -- I called my editor at five in the morning and said I cannot writea review for this kind of book. where the father leavesand the daughter grows up alone. I know that kind of book already, it isa weed around my ribs. I take it out on my mother… Continue reading poem: book review
poem: breasts and eggs
she is standing in the stairway -- red overalls and shinyblack hair dancing around her neck in the lopped-off way that i always wanted (when i cut my hair shortit is a tempest, a misery.) she is maybe forty, she lookstwenty-five. i want to ask her: why is itwhen i have just gotten overone thing,… Continue reading poem: breasts and eggs
poem: pastel lust
you walked by and i, sitting in jeans and tee-shirt was suddenly a virgin in a field, my legs open over grass my fruit open and falling the daisy heads indented into my thighs, small red faces, matching mine; can you hear the water falling, the girl becoming?