Monthly Archives: March 2022

Small Town Life

We knock around growing wrinkled, watch each other die scrawn in jail, colder than dirt stuck in this greedy life sentence, had babies–remember they were round plum children frolicking pliant in our small town, remember we hailed each other from … Continue reading

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Dream a Little

have a dollop of dark fantasy a bite of fun strung with sting and bellow a snap of gingertails nibble a fest of fright wigs scoops of meretricious acts of mercy me and strict obey licks of panting soldier girls … Continue reading

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Mousetraps

I opened a door moths cascaded out like pale petals an iridescence of flying wings each with the face of a cat and each flying cat okay mothcat fluttered mad atwitter mini-twilight devils of destruction and revenge bent on mice

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Jail Talk

you march to the food line balancing a tin cup sniff cut rate cafeteria smells axed by grease perdóname you say polite step on it I answer crust it I growl mad as a limbic stoat I’m innocent you murmur … Continue reading

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Grammar for Inmates

use it in a sentence use it for a sentient being use it or lose it fuck I’ve lost it because life is but a dream and a life sentence is finite with no useful end here is a concise … Continue reading

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Wild Goose Chaste

fattish birds are gathered on the half frozen lake in front of the house I want to mingle mug their winged feathers & honking bursts of chat to weave among their warm plum bodies but you know if I descend … Continue reading

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Oh Body Oh

I am a materiality girl exploring my soul which is aging at an unfortunate pace in this drab material world cloaked around a pinch of flesh not abstracted not even in dream life let’s go on the swings I propose … Continue reading

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Wanderlost

if you ever go through heartbreak where you can’t see straight on account of tear refraction syndrome when grief only lets you look around corners like a mad myopic cat blind or wearing blinkers who knows I did and it … Continue reading

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