even after

je ne sais quoi

OCD in triplicate

stardust beneath my feet

salt and sand

my gender is my name

night monster

heresy of paraphrase after Untitled, by Franz Kline (USA) 1960 paraphrase is to say the same thing in less words / yet we attempt to suss meaningfrom / a poem, a painting, / a sculpture. / it is impossible / the exact nuance / the artist istrying to conveywe each experience creative works from our…

dove dive bombs you want surrender,  I want to war with peace itself. peace is            uninterested,         unimpressed,       and unmoving. peace is an even number waiting                     to be divided. peace says til death do…

anatomy of a body without lies feet that tell you when to get off them, legs that say, hey bending me that way will hurt down the road, hips that tell the world how to treat you. ears hear that whistle in the dark and say “run,” vulva that speak of shame. a uterus that…