Coming together it is easier to work after our bodies meet paper and pen

Moon marked and touched by sun my magic is unwritten but when the sea turns back it will leave my shape behind. I seek no favor

I am fourteen and my skin has betrayed me the boy I cannot live without still sucks his thumb in secret

My face resembles your face less and less each day. When I wa… no one mistook whose child I was. Features build coloring alone among my creamy fine-boned s…

For those of us who live at the sh… standing upon the constant edges o… crucial and alone for those of us who cannot indulge the passing dreams of choice

I have not ever seen my father’s g… Not that his judgment eyes have been forgotten nor his great hands’ print on our evening doorknobs

Is the total black, being spoken From the earth's inside. There are many kinds of open. How a diamond comes into a knot of… How a sound comes into a word, col…

There are so many roots to the tre… that sometimes the branches shatte… before they bear. Sitting in Nedicks the women rally before they march

The edge of our bed was a wide gri… where your fifteen-year-old daught… gut-sprung on police wheels a cablegram nailed to the wood next to a map of the Western Rese…

My mother had two faces and a fryi… where she cooked up her daughters into girls before she fixed our dinner. My mother had two faces

Time collapses between the lips of… my days collapse into a hollow tub… soon implodes against now like an iron wall my eyes are blocked with rubble

New Year's Day 1:16 AM and my body is weary beyond time to withdraw and rest ample room allowed me in everyone'… but community calls

Out of my flesh that hungers and my mouth that knows comes the shape I am seeking for reason. The curve of your waiting body

An upright abutment in the mouth of the Willis Avenue bridge a beige Honda leaps the divider like a steel gazelle inescapable sleek leather boots on the pavemen…