I'm pulled under unrestricted by currents of uncertainty, now a welcomed howling bed. I am only open eyes so clear they disappear.I remade my body, iterating the majestic parts - sharp shoulders, soft necklinemouth full of consonants and vowels.You'll look my direction but I'm completely gone. I outgrew my own goosebumps.I planned it this way.... Continue Reading →
This poem has been written more than a thousand times. You and me - we've done this every damn century since heat exploded as different people on Saturn or Jupiter,or other planets we haven't yet named.Because when you stand in front of me I feel the power of millenniums. And honestly, it doesn't matter if... Continue Reading →
*This poem made possible by everyone who sent me random words to use via Instagram The pink dish glove in the sink is the American dream. Lonely and listless, lifeless.Like they want all women's bodies to be. Her, an abandoned housemaking warm speckled tarts full of encouragement for her children and signed social contracts --... Continue Reading →
The panic dreams ask mewhat they should do with my collar bones while I sleep. *I wake in four mornings in a row with no memory of where I am. I am trying to describe... *The pearl of the oystersometimes doesn't reveal itself until you bite down, break teeth. *I gave myself over to gravity... Continue Reading →
We make the room a dance floor. Twirl like cloudsabout to rain for hours over the entirety of theearth's desserts. A pas de deux that gives life to all dead things. And, when we stormthe pouring is so loudthat everything parchedruns toward us -- a celebration of elements remembering that every ecosystem relies on the... Continue Reading →
Name the question your lips mouth at 2:37 a,m., parched, in need of water. In need of someone else to hear them.The elegy must be written. Revisions of yourself. Vessels and baptisms in fever dreams. You'll fall in love with me because...You can't forget me because... A list for our lives: We don't settle into... Continue Reading →
Maybe it was when the devil himself forgotwhat the sin was. Drunk on desire and liningthe best vices up in a rowfor the exploding galaxiesto expand into. Which is to say, maybeit was the yes you say over and over and overuntil the sky changes color.Or, when the stars opened in a kiss on the... Continue Reading →
I am not in transition. I am transition. I am full body movement in all directions, sending ships into the dark blue from each fingertip to explore every undiscovered territory. Vessels towingmy heart behind their rudders until my body breaks into 10 separate pieces on a mission to discover at least one remote continent.A strange... Continue Reading →
Sometimes, they want me to yell. Cry out. Demand to see where my power lives. But those who scream at others will never understandhow my power builds in stillnessfrom quietfrom small, mighty moments tucked away in mason jars under my bed like treasure -fire-sparks, bottled lightening.I'll show them to you in the dark where it... Continue Reading →
I don't want to be settled. I don't want roots growinginside places or people. I grow roots so thick and old and seeded in my own chest,that no matter where my feet take me:houses, cities, apartments,castles, sidewalks, beaches --I am planted in purpose. Roots that can wrap aroundall time and space. Hold each person I... Continue Reading →
The olive trees are as ancient as the earth-older than the castle constructed next to them.Reminding me that the very soul I possess is made of the same ancient energy. Buzzing through centuries in body after body to landhere in the Tuscan hillswith the witches.
The barman at the windowcarved in brick near the Trevi Fountain poured me a Campari Spritzbefore I had even seen Neptunebeing guided by Triton. All calm. All choas. A water source so ancientI can barely comprehend drinking from it. My wishes gathered and returned to Rome - two coins for love - one coin for... Continue Reading →
In The Way 