Poetry

Their voices harden under spotlight
& the audience’s gaze,

their costumes tight as bodies. […]

i will

tell them the way your curls
like smoke
wrap around the sides of a bed […]

Just before Christmas, my father’s intestines bloomed,
emerged pink from inside eroded stitches, […]

We move like water:
a riptide of fragrant vagabonds
fallen fool to Earth’s promise […]

I wanted to joke about Moses loving god
having seen only his backside,
but friend, it’s too early for sacrilege.
Instead, let’s talk about whores. […]

sequin sequin seven nine nine three
sequin sequin seven six for thee
sequin sequin sequin stop […]

In a history textbook you inherited from your brother,
his neat handwriting reads: If you keep something like love a secret,
it can make you sick. […]

Ill of you,
the horses in my groin,
troubled, […]

If my mother were alive, we’d talk about our men.
We’d laugh throw our heads back push […]

In the dream I can’t forget, shadow lingering behind my eyes no matter how much coffee I drown the night in […]