June 2019

It is good to make the most of being money. A coin in the palm never leaves the hand. […]

i feel the urge of my mother
married too soon
they set me out
on a path of men […]

A fly scribbles its orbit.
Sun through my eyelids

blood-orange, shocks of white on black, […]

I often wonder how my death will be staged.

In the fated            fatal            mise-en-scène—
will I be running? Will my hands […]

Afterward, we become
            our own security
systems.            Dress differently. […]

How lovely, how doomed,

                                             how we move
                                             against the underworld’s furniture. […]