He hit her, twice. Thursday, I met a girl who lost something. She still rubs her molars warm eleven days later. Her biceps tensed against the drywall, but did not flinch. Where did she go? Juiced, her sternum hides a hypocrite. But she insists he was right to say: “Don’t feel that. It’s a loveContinue reading “And I watched”
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Carrots Don’t Like Poodles
Look at this bodacious poodle who was made because I prayed for a good harvest. Girls are carrots; they call me “labradoodle” because I will never have a thigh gap, Thank God. However, I know my Breeder better than my pastor. I look like Him. Make it slowly. I lick the beaters of my creamyContinue reading “Carrots Don’t Like Poodles”
Corn Fighter
Readers, Aardvark. Do I have your Attention? Is this the third poem you Have read today? The thirteenth? Some of them are Not attractive. This one will probably be a Bedazzled fried fish, but let’s talk About that funky smell at Corn University. A whiff tells you someone is playing Basketball with an elephant. Couldn’tContinue reading “Corn Fighter”
Idle’s Sister
Who could believe such love and hate between Daughters? Patience is always straining, Working, never enough. Never good enough in Intelligence or aesthetics. Especially not in kindness. Idle is always good enough- far too good- As she gargles polish every morning to show Off. She marries at 19 to prove she is superior And readyContinue reading “Idle’s Sister”
Lovingly Pulverized
Inspired by “Santa Fe” by Joy Harjo The angels Bring snow from the Storehouses and it is not Cold. And I am breathing Cold kisses in front of a flurry In university. Oh- it’s during Class and not. That’s how you Tell teachers’ preferences. It Is theirs; it is mine. The Snow has perfected Everything:Continue reading “Lovingly Pulverized”
Good Fruit 