i went to see the wizard & asked him for a cock he must have seen by the scuffs on my knees that i really needed one because he said ok
my small fingers curl around a cow’s teat. i point / it in the direction of the pail below. i don’t want to hurt
an animal on stilts reaches the virgin’s tears / and tenderly wipes them. / the virgin cries tres monjitas milk, without coffee.
Someplace else enrages the turtle why a turtle a turtle never did anything to me okay then an old white man with a sign.
Geoffrey, sometimes I think I wear my sadness like caul fat. / Like how a fetal pig never asks to be dressed
Despite everything, my parents raised me. / They even loved me. These things / should always be surprising.
When E is gone / and left / who will I be?
I watched a woman become gore under microscopes, / glowing skin a subterfuge of dust and memory.
all of the lights in the store have gone burnt / dim gaping shelves bent back like bones / breathing fruit rot and dust and no one
What is the problem what is it I ask myself day after day it does not change / I walk through the rooms of my house I open the windows though it is cold
The priest feels a softness washing the back of his neck. Maybe it is rain, he thinks, or sweat.
http://cosmonautsavenue.com/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/Suchon.jpg Self-Portrait with Tapestry and Severed Tongue The chasm of my empty mouth, a chalice flower gaping open [...]
Anxious Diva tells me I’ve lost what’s fun about me. She says I’m flatter than death. Diva, help me cut these onions, help me feel arrhythmia, tell me how alive I want to be.
We cling to each other like / dust motes to light, and / fall the same way - slow and / landing in erratic patterns.
WE ARE BURYING THE HATCHET we are having a funeral for The Hatchet all The Hatchet's friends and family will be there we'll sing [...]
Triptych with Missing Limb 1 the overweight cannibals feed every fortnight the children frolic on our scalps this knocking is not a verb [...]
. Claire Marie Stancek is the author of MOUTHS (Noemi Press, 2017). With Lyn Hejinian and Jane Gregory, she is co-editor and co-founder of Nion [...]
. . Candace Williams is a black queer nerd living a double life. By day, she's a middle school humanities teacher and robotics coach. By night [...]
Mealtime Love something tender, chewy, broken in. Translates to ache without border, expectation blooming to fit the space it’s assigned. Her name [...]
Polarized Thinking Sometimes I think Therapist is God even though her name is Lisa. God would want to hear about a real experience: [...]
sweeping the floors after dusk isn’t easy, the frangipani petals still fragrant, still usable, when
frogs of lead who bust up your skinny lip by agreement, the paradisiac fields excised, the empty spaces removed from our carapace. a better [...]
Inspiration: Fat We enjoy a woman Who withers Her roadkill eyes woozy Amethyst druzy cunt Thighs so small They ignore each other [...]
knows this road where it leads us home cocooned we watch our wings we grow we sleep rise and shine
bodyslam glam for Cassandro & all the queer exóticos Papá always counted to three before he’d lay a hand on me. The sharp [...]
lexicon as i am owning up when i say catastrophe it is not exactly so, not even when trimming a jagged edge of road [...]
i have a fever; i pray to Michael Stipe a father with only a voice. maybe you only exist in the sky, [...]
aubade it’s a voicemail when I’m standing in line at the pharmacy I’m working things out. yeah, I know, darling leaving her [...]
The Vitamix and the Murder of Crows Prologue: Pine and sandalwood wrap deep L bend curves around one needle/ one wood chip [...]
but then i realized that my body isn’t permanent y’know like bodies how bodies are
Painkiller You tell me none of this will matter I remove my ribcage and scratch at the bone ............You said it [...]
0 missed calls, 5 days away & your names are already erased, A fine scattershot of white, Skyline fucking up the alpenglow, [...]
American Beauty the computer doesn’t know what I’m writing my hand won’t know when my head is dead the internet does knows [...]
ticket to the m e n t a l s p h e r e we only know the night by sound. [...]
Guilt Offering thank you for making me a woman for letting me reside in the book of life inside of which is [...]
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Was the couch plaid? Or what? I am trying to collect evidence.
We all slept in the same bed— bodies curved like mandibles. I was plume and warm feathered by your ginseng breathing,
Invite him to your mental cardboard, the dream of miniature golf and pizza at the park.
i am sad and everybody knows it i have the urge to take my shoes off and let my toes wiggle in the grass
desires to toss them to the ground desires to read the shards’ constellation of fates desires to know if his is lost somewhere in her
My stated goal is to make closed forms, which are very difficult and very beautiful.
Who will be with you as you become? I am not asking for me, but for the girl character who waits behind my eyelids
The deer neck’d bone hung between your breasts
a traumatic photosynthesis i have built a city entirely made of baby teeth, roots holding still the frosted fort.
Scattered along the wet sand are tiny, bioluminescent plankton, a different, brighter glow than the ubiquitous jellyfish.
of gold dust, the right dust, the only dust claimed or must they be re-worked into concrete dimmed
not coming, flattened, swallowed whole & hung like an old curtain,
The wet of the day I announce to nonspecific Bodies fill a space to watch Words make up a language I’m not sure I completely
1. Eat so many almonds, eat them until you are full to the brim with roasted almond skin pieces and tiny chewed up almond pieces, and then look in the mirror and see if your eye resembles the nut.
without the risk of losing myself, and there was blood along the edges of my blouse
As an evening like this when the final hour of light you’ve seen more often painted—indirect glaze softening stone, spires—is also porno pink
People keep talking about Jupiter from the bottom. Power is forgetting
i’m a parrot with a toothbrush it’s a wise decision and makes a lot of sense
I don’t know maybe I thought I was turning into him. into a dream of youth. I don’t remember having one. I’m going to ask god to give me back my childhood. I don’t remember having one.
Lately, flossing in the sink or tweezing on the toilet
in my dreams i sleep under branches with pale moonlight
I am a fan of your soul. I would pay to see your soul table shower.
i wrench the bone from my mouth for three minutes before it flutter into a raven
i put u in back of my shoulders / where u can see me only / where i can only imagine the shape
I dump my kool-aid on the lichen the galaxy looks like a flushed toilet I feel closest to people I love when I imagine [...]
THE 52-HERTZ WHALE whistles to no one in particular. This means there is no difference between him crying or him asking for help.
Berlinde De Bruyckere I am thinking of your mind sculpting the carcass as raw matter, slumped heap from which meaning must be freed— of [...]
COMPLEX DESIRE like the white couch in a room full of mirrors COMPLEX DESIRE like saying i love u in a red pleather jumpsuit [...]
I called to say we have two lives and only one of them is real - Camille Rankine Ever talk to someone and as [...]
excerpted from a long poem in progress I am messy, painful, redundant. Just so you know from the start. I have watched myself [...]
I shine like a dying planet and admit the problem. People say nothing can exist without a problem but I am here to challenge [...]
Blurred on top of water is the image of a father in a pool where there’s also a large snake or in a different [...]
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Stage Patient After-Visit Summary an erasure I. birth......a partial reason for intensive unspecified dependence you were bipolar and [...]
Couer D’Alene, come in alone a motel we slept in with pale yellow walls because of a wildfire on i90. you, wild, and impossible [...]
“If there is still one hellish, truly accursed thing in our time, it is our artistic dallying with forms, instead of being like victims [...]
We never fucked after we stopped being in love. This was one of our many charms, like when you came over in the beginning [...]
if I am speaking to you and I suddenly stop it is because I am considering how everything I say lately feels like a [...]
Sometimes you become sure you've loved someone so importantly before they ever loved you back that you feel you can never trust them again [...]
I love Summer. Her. She. Not my real mom. My first fingerfuck, my favorite crush: electric blue rubber braces, infected hangnail snaggletooth Summer. Like [...]
Desire will run its course It becomes real to you The sinking of your body over the rain Soft worship Seductive lies Moment of [...]
Virgins i. Plaster Je vous salue Marie, pleine de grâce; le Seigneur est avec vous. Vous êtes bénie entre toutes les femmes, et Jésus, [...]
The steady wrinkle down one side Rageful as I am I know The dark cut of a whisper Being breathless How we slip from [...]
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How to Read Red I want weaker bones. To keep from confessing to the toilet bowl. Unfortunately, as a child initiated through violence. Unfortunately, [...]
FLOOD DIARIES:ENTRY ONE there is still so much i cannot parse / while a blue-black wolf paces my bedroom window / the unfinished painting [...]
1. The first thing we admit to ourselves as human beings is that we have no idea how the world is going to end. [...]
outside is real too many blues the ocean where i live is sinking me the body can’t exist like pink lemonade on a filing [...]
I'm a little embarrassed. & I don't want to see how many people like that thought Didn't read the poem how it felt to [...]
from Olio. Copyright 2016 by Tyehimba Jess. Reprinted with permission of the author and Wave Books. WHAT THE WIND, RAIN, AND THUNDER SAID TO TOM [...]
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When You Want to Scream, But Your Dorm Has No Bathtubs, So You Go to The Swimming Pool, But Everyone Can Hear You, So [...]
You tell me all the good leaked out of you a long time ago. So I shouldn’t expect much. Where you’re from salt shrubs [...]
Secrets to a Healthier Home You said I left you in cold, horsemanning no night hope no hammer reins painted on. I slashed the pink [...]
Nomenclature I always pause for you to laugh at the joke: how difficult it must have been for the man to steer his car [...]
the antidote of grief my father taught me how to make songs out of grief. he would say: the source of pangs are one [...]
Constant Manicure My hands aren’t good for fine work. I have things to cut. I have more things than I can manage to care [...]
History begins with a line From the document against my father Defendant took their daughter, who was sound Asleep, out of her crib and [...]
DIORAMA Midnight karaokes some phase you had. Tomorrow has its lift. Waking up in a liked photo. The world yells at you with lovesick outcomes, [...]
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First Steps I spoke my first word early. Mama, her doctorate in English, was so proud. She read me aloud Paradise Lost, among others. [...]
for Damian Rogers’ dear leader damian asks me long questions in 104 heat: how is now and why is are you new how [...]
Somewhere a Boy Summer Fishing I’m not fried fishing not catching any rays today just sat down on this sofa finally full of me [...]