Got published in the Coven Berlin. Be warned!!! This publication and poem are not for the faint of heart. Be sure to check out it HERE!!!
Exoticism masquerades itself in a compliment And I am just another colonial conquest My vagina is their Manifest Destiny Assimilation is the castration of culture Going home is not a possibility You diasporic dysfunction Sexually repressed and socially excluded Am I just another notch on the Belt of fetishized categories
Lulled shivers of post-coitus sighs from fur quake exhaling soft rings. Cellulite stretches and a mole marked majora wrinkled smiles of a stretched perineum and receding scrotum curling behind terse grey hairs. My time touched lover, we are orgasms in stillness.
I have learned this, I am educated, and, therefore, it must be fact. Vaginas are coffee consumable when cold, warm, iced, or far above the legally consumable limit served sweet, bitter, and/or a little milky (maybe very milky) fat-whole-soy-a little bit of skim add a little bit of flavor and stir the stick swirl the spoonContinue reading “Vaginas are Coffee”
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
The silk nightgown hung loose ending just above your knees as you frantically run between bedroom and closet. You have a house now, all your own. And two dogs, all your own. You’re not married, but you were never one for emotionless paperwork. You have five children, just like your mother. And you can makeContinue reading “Who Were You?”