Sculptor

Tomorrow I’ll throw this thirst    who sits heavy in my chest—widen my mouth to smile    out his weight. Today though,I lust for his leaden presence,    how he urges my lungstogether like a kiss, the...

the end of the affair

crept   crawled   |   dragged   its   knees   | stabbed elbows into polished   |   wooden floors  |  eyes fixed on climax   |   between crumbs  ...

Cassava Pone

Mama’s quick to crack these brown, hardened backs, snappin’ ‘emand crackin’ off the tail-ends of these tubers, checking for isolatedimperfections – and she’s quick to inspect ‘em, making mad stacksof lonely, rejected vegetables ‘til she finds cassava flesh so white...

I Would Wreck Your Ship

shame keeps me warm at nightburns bright in my bonesburnished to a glow bywincing ruminations about yougutted with the loss ofwhat could have beengrateful the door neveropened widerto let in more welted regretlivid on my skinhurricaned with wounds thatlast foreverwhat...