March 3, 2019

It wos one of those nights. Could caress cherry heat thru yer eyeballs if you shut ‘em. It’d been a slug crawl to this place. Fat bus on a road slim as a pinkie. I don’t much like boiling. Makes me feel loozy.

The spot was an old kiddies summer camp, type that reeked of...

October 11, 2018

Sworth tar fetch a dollar

A dollar for my teeth.

My old bones are sad and broken

Thorse ones ther size of fairy skulls

I heare ya carn pop thir frame with yar and, but not the skoll

It’s like solid gold or silver

mine are fallen gone

can I help with yar bag miss?

Oh I do insis...

June 21, 2018

I am 12 years old

I may never make it to 13

I don’t want to be a woman

I don’t want to wear special pants

I don’t want a snake between my legs

Writhing and hissing 

Flicking its tongue past my bellybutton 

My sister and my mom tell me “it’s ok”

“Every woman has one”

I don’t wan...

May 23, 2018

I’m in the motel bathtub. Muddied pink acrylic and it can’t be that sanitary. Not that I give a damn. I keep plugging my head under the water half hoping I’ll drown. My God did not make me for crying. At least in the water I can play sobbing.

My husband is dead. Cold an...

May 18, 2018

I was just a girl when they slaughtered them. Nine years old, I remember eyeballing the backyard from my little window the day after that man we called “President,” President my ass… That shitstain’s in hell if there is one… The day after he decided you could hunt them...

May 16, 2018

There was a gravely thumping, a scooping, a gnashing in the next room over.  One of those kerump-krackety smacks that could spin your skull till you vomit. The thump was sperunketing through the bedroom wall I share with dear old mom and dad. It was such a fricken’ ruc...

April 25, 2018

I wouldn’t be able to tell you the full story… You know how they say don’t kiss and tell… Well… I’m going to do just that. Well, kind of. But, you know, there are certain memories that can only be physical, the ones you can feel and refeel again deep inside your stomac...

April 4, 2018

It’s here, I lie

Crooked and small

Deep within thee belly walls

In the cracks

I reach up

To poke

The beating heart

In this cage of bones

They say throw things at the wall

Till they stick

But can you ever

Make the flame stick

On a candle?

Forget me not

Tunneling spitting

All the way t...

November 15, 2017

Twas 4 am when young Toothie Smiles creaked open sticky eyelids, sweating and cold and pasta. In a corner of the crooked room, smooched betweenamirror and adoor, leaning into the crack, propped a blood ruby demon in a loincloth.

Eyes plucked open in stare, she stared an...

November 7, 2017

When it’s late at night I like to check on the house and fly over open floorplans 50 feet beelow, beelow my blood. I float like a feathered finger inching to a further. Clouding my hair full of soft bones. I finch tight with secret smiles b a t h i n g in navy.

Behind t...

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