Thursday, January 19, 2012


in an egg-shaped quandary
with knocked knees protruding gracefully and
clustered purple clouds and
twinkling airplanes
soon I will give you a bowl full of
chopped-up Me-ness
soon you will have all the
mixed in with vinegar made from
juicy-looking cubes bursting with Lust
squeezed half of a Doubt
balanced by an
overflowing teaspoon of
soon you will have
all of this and more, my
soon you will have swallowed
Me so that I sit
warmly, territorially, giddily,
in your tummy.
soon we will be all
a Traditional moment
nestling (so precious)
in the pit of our

Monday, January 16, 2012


All the beauties
And the all the horrors
The sticky winter wind
Broken trees
Fallen leaves
Smudged kohl
Invisible hole

Wednesday, January 11, 2012


wanting to get lost
in the black hole
your lips made
just for me.

Sunday, January 08, 2012

what do i do?

what do i do, what do i do, what do i do, what do i do, what do i do, what do i do, what do i do.

Saturday, January 07, 2012


The sweet
smell of sadness
in my palms
pressed to my face
repressing the sudden and unwelcome
flow of tears
and the repeated declaration of independence
'i love you, i love you, i love you'

Friday, January 06, 2012

the trap

Raspberry cherry pie in bed.
These are the dreams
of you I have
in my heavy
Little head.

Thursday, January 05, 2012

midnight's children

I learned how to play an instrument
and I would sit in the fields
next to the railway tracks
and the buttercup flowers
Or follow the two pretty sisters
with long hair
who had just
arrived from England.
Who were in love
with a Tommy.
Who'd wear tights under
their shorts
so as not to upset their mother.
All the while,
I was a politician's whore.
A befitting career
for someone who liked discounts
Once at a night time pool party
I was drawn to a different man
in my American flag bikini.
Later I cried as he undressed me.
And later still,
I answered all the questions
and collected all the money
in my grey/black pencil skirt.
The other man,
(I remembered, as I signed the papers)
(and smiled for the cameras)
had thrown his cigarette butt
onto a stranger's balcony.
This memory came to mind
when I ran into a carpeted room
full of spilled yellow rice
and started passionately playing
my badly learned instrument.

Tuesday, January 03, 2012

A Cherry Death

His breath on my hand
My stomach in knots
My eyes refusing to open
The sudden twist of sleep
The weekend before everyone is happy
This dreaded empty feeling
Only the brightness of lights
Can bring about.
This too shall pass
This too shall pass
This too shall pass
The blunt thickness
of the Fingers I Use The Most.