3/25/17 3:05pm

All I wanted, was to be heard. It still hurts, to hear you miss me, you know. Even though You pushed me away Even though You called me a liar Even though You were the one Who called me a coward, And closed the door. Or maybe, That’s why it hurts to begin with. I […]

Scrap, 7/22/14 10:05pm

The pretty girls float by Like mythical creatures Wrapped in swirling fabrics. They finish the picture with a pearl earring And crown themselves in the affections of others Who gather to gaze at the spectacle Behind the glass. Inaccessible, To all but the elderly curator Who, in the loneliness of after hours Removes their clothing […]

Freewrite 8/20/15 1:51pm

I want you to hit me. I want you to hit me so hard, it leaves a mark, knocks the wind out of me, throws me flat on my back. Ā Because I can deal with that. I know what that’s like, I know how long the sting lasts. I know how long it takes before […]

1/31/2014 4:37pm

And in our beds, ‘Twixt the rustling sheets, We shut the eyes of God And make love to our demons. They keep us warm Until the sun chases away our delight Leaving only shame in its wake. Lord, Give me a moment without fear, and I can tell you a thousand stories. Give me a […]

10/18/07 5:22pm

And you’d barely been marriedĀ  Before they told you I was coming out The same way I went in. The ruffles on the wedding dress Still scented with the occasion- Nobody came. Chin up, Chin up, You say, And you can’t see my neck is broken. It’s all your fault, But I love you anyway… […]

5/5/09 11:40am

Backing into painted blue-black From when before I thought I had to cut the cord And run, roots still trailing behind me, Like the friendship bracelets I used to make for those that never really knew me. Wisteria is a parasitic vine that can engulf entire buildings. It takes ten years to blossom, and even […]

4/20/10- 5:00 pm

Untitled This is obsession: To dig deeper, expose the flesh. Ā  I Want ToĀ  Break you open Like a tropical fruit Separate the pulp from rind And lay the seeds on the table One By One. In neat rows, Smooth and polished like diviners stones: Past Present and,Ā  -no, we mustn’t be presumptuous…I think,- Future […]

5/5/10 12:15pm

The Dream In my dream You were ashamed of your cigarettes Your wild, black woman’s hair, almost aboriginal Green eyes that were not actually green, Peeking out of white woman’s flesh. Unwittingly trapped between two worlds Unfazed by your unrulyness, I invited you into my car, And let you drive yourself home, But the police […]