AVAILABLE FOR PURCHASE HERE!!! ONLY $12!!! (Published in “Hell Bitches #3” via Radish 2017 & “Seven Countries Poetry Anthology” via Arroyo Seco Press 2017) Originally published on 06/03/2016
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Whatever You Do, Don’t Think:Squiggly
Santa Ana Niño
Dancing with me swirling my clothes sensually upward slamming doors whipping itself to the ground upward shredding force home to splinters roaring whispers lulling back to sleep in the warm summer sun delicate rocking my hair swims feeling the force
Glass Eye
Grayscale snapshots out of focus little capsules vials of silver happiness vivid living imagery wondrous imitation if only to know the world and wander in it.
The Abandoned
It is strange how some families abandon their elderly. Until I found an abandoned elderly retirement facility.
Venn Diagram
Hold the line Maintain separation. I must hold strong. Like a warped Venn diagram. The outer circles smile and make nice. The overlapping intersection is a mess.
Psychopathic Passive Aggressive Notes to Myself
Two socks, neither are mine. Your fridge approached me the other day. It was an unwelcome advance. You conduct an abnormal amount of static electricity. I am quite tired of your electrical current. Where did you put the key to that memory? Fuck you brain for phantom pain! I see that you have failed toContinue reading “Psychopathic Passive Aggressive Notes to Myself”
Madreseh مدرسه
Salem alehcon madreseh sharood shod the white shal was never stifling. familiar dust and the deep smell of roses. little girls all in rows. But how can my Baba see me? How does he know I am his little girl? The one in blue? The one with the rose? Nikes! Nikes! Over Here! Man enjaContinue reading “Madreseh مدرسه”
Execute the Attack
Dormant and dead timbered trembles Horse hair meets sun dried intestines Twist the nipples Tighten the restraints Nuzzle close placed in the crook Hide meets Gut Frog and Bridge Kiss and Rip the Rhythms.
Processing Reality
Some times It’ s hard to keep thing s straight. Wha t’s the differ ence between real ity and sub conscious ness. Some times, I can not tell.
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