Monthly Archives: March 2015
wicked games
her chewed up inner cheek – liquified papaya dripping down her chin – aching oh moan, honey, moan. the flutter of a caged bird too weary to hope for more always drifting back to this: fais-moi mal johnny johnny johnny. her chewed up inner flesh – battleground of all things holy standing still on the […]
mnemonics
i don’t know clouds i thought today – puffy blankness sticking on bones; oblivious to the clash of vertebrae. “sticks and stones…”, they say – “but clouds, what of clouds?” i wondered. will they break and dissolve, acid-like, my brittle back, or the sound of absent feet rustling at night? unknown clouds gathered tonight […]
Of Black Bikinis and Plum Sauce 