(in)different mathDancing Girl Press, 2012
Selected work (11 publication)
ChrysalisWe were formed of shit and bruises to sing of skin and marching, our swollen lips and bellies fly to consecrate loose seeds. There I found my fluent tongue in a veil of foreign skin, plucked it bleeding from the vine, and forgot my Christian name.
There is a loving bearwe're learning to lick apples open and dance with our despair. i want to be the bear inside me. let your hair down into mountains. bake flowers into bread and scream this waking up wide open.
The way the room remainsDo not expect the wait. The clouds are every day's
Five PoemsWe came here to be anywhere but where we were
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