This time, there is no pumpkin turned carriage, just Drella rolling up in my grandfather’s Cadillac
Read Morea bitch is lonely most of the time/ seagulls circle but they’re just looking for the tusk/ mom warned me bout that
Read MoreI know her hands remember the frantic finger movements/ since before birth,/ moving quickly to make a living and preserve the culture/ dissolved into her
Read MoreI study your father,/ Tracing the parts of him,/ Wondering who you were supposed to be.
Read Morethe same woman zombie walking down the street in pursuit of her next high was also the woman that bought me my first piece of candy, a banana laffy taffy
Read Moreshe chewed up/ the turquoise opals/ she found in the bedrock/ of the northern province –/ to carve my conversations,/ like rivers.
Read MoreI can tell you about how I grew up in the good/ suburbs; about I had never actually heard/ anyone say it with the R until I was 13
Read MoreYouth filled/ With/ Pimps/ Misfits/ And/ Weirdos
Read MoreShe called 911 and gave him mouth to mouth as lights slowly dimmed from his eyes./ She buried the only man she’d married.
Read MoreYou see, I was never taught how/ to stop answering to my mistakes/ as though they were my only name.
Read MoreOur first day together, we ate mushrooms/ beside the river.
Read MoreI am divinely me/ Created from the vines of honeysuckle and magic/ Rapturously golden.
Read MoreYou don’t just decide to start eating again, it happens slow,/ a groggy crawl and stumble out of a dream.
Read MoreWahi/ or/ Hudson Heights./ Call us/ Bachata on a Thursday night,
Read Moreone in which my spirit will be one with holy land/ one in which my mother will have enough to pay the bills
Read MorePits hidden in the sand; I fell/ (A shark nibbled the silver ring/ On my right pinky toe)
Read MoreThey were protecting me,/ the splinters and worms,/ Now they protect me by falling apart
Read MoreI tasted you,/ with Sugar straddling my chest,/ and picnic ants crawling out from/ between my legs.
Read MoreIf aliens came for my home,/ They’d be disappointed with what they’d find
Read MoreWhen I think of the moment/ Death came for my grandmother,/ I imagine he leaned over her,/ Extended a hand,/ And asked her to dance.
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