. . The Depth of the coal by which I mean, the depth of the cool. The Depth was knowing at the string of me by

“According to National Geographic, scientists have now developed the technology by which to grow tiny human hearts on spinach leaves.”

“cut offs and a racoon shirt/or finding fate in cut off (or la coupe)/where have you gone?”

“permiso,/slice open a mango. stream the juice/along my collar bone and drink. Taste…”

“Only please when you mean it./I’d give you all the stars//slipping across your milky chest,/spill them as secrets…”

“Drops of lavender/hush the sheets./Where’s my mind?/Curtained, squirming.”

“...6 months on, my hair began to drop me in chunks./i was 31. i was not ready to be bald because my brain was breaking.”

“in the beginning/God felt a little cute/so in his image/He created man…”

“The super sacredness of this,/my real Indian poem,/is going to absolve all white guilt, /but only if you buy my book…”

“Are your parents married? Why did your father marry her? Does he love her? Why is she so dark?”

“Don't know where my singing voice has gone./I swear I saw it somewhere here”

“Two had been attacked/and had metal plates/in their foreheads./One thought he was dying,/but it was just the DT’s.”

“She’d wash, clip plastic bags and Ziplocs to clotheslines. I’d unclip them,...”

“Sparrows tumbled from my throat, which is to say/the surgery was a success”

“if her allergens would keep to themselves./God forbid you have to be mindful/of dairy or cross contamination./...God forbid you ever worry/about the size and symbols/of a bathroom stall.”

“Slender girl with thick black plaits hides her teeth/from me when she smiles. her friendship is bravery./my body is violence.”

“4. “Drink a daily glass of kombucha instead of sweet tea, blue algae, or cola.”/5. “Is kombucha similar to zero-calorie water or rambutan agua fresca?”/6. “You look so young. Do you drink a lot of kombucha or is it the melanin?”’

“Dear dying moon/Dear blooming cherry/Dear barn window//Please grant permission”

“7. Pop one’s clogs/8. Struck down/9. Food for worms/10. Join the great majority”

“she say she a witch now. can’t nobody break what’s broken & i’m all ivory.”

“When cis men say they worry/about dying in the floodwaters of a former/sheet of ice, I think it must be nice, the privilege/that allows a cis man to worry about drowning…”

“//whachu want/from me?//whachu/got that won’t get//me killed?/i ask this//of every//land/i’ve planted”

“Type drugs,/delete drugs. Type illness,/delete illness. I’m blurry/& depleted…”

“funny how death isn’t much on the mind isn’t much a real thing isn’t much a/ concern until your body is a galactic crucible is a pillar of creation for the death-makers”

“Yesterday, I spent hours stroking the glean off my phone/until it erased every dead thing, until the dead were entwined/into its body.”

“god under my chin//hung together by a rusted artery/a copper clasp, poking”

“i once cracked open the earth. pleaded clay & rock to bare/children.”

“Turn me into a mirror, a space/for you to trap light, arms/rising up to make/the illusion of a head”

“The saying goes that revenge is a chilled soup. So, start with 2 whole Spanish yellow onions.”

“I never liked his mother/because she never liked me. Afraid of the damage//when the damage leans over.”

“Once an not now I/parachuted from a daring little plane.//As if a shipwreck survivor I crawled onto shore.”

CITRUS IS MY ONLY HOME To bite into an orange is not the same as to cut into an orange is not the same as to pick the orange

“I want a life where I feel strange and intimate/with the border between the real and unreal//and still get to eat.”

“if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.” “if Rome had fallen here, this desert/would have made it look like the most miraculous/& inviting smoke.”

“Often, when my mother leafs through large, cluster stacks of paper and/prepares them for the shredder, I imagine skin.”

“I say hello/to a small face peeking/round the corner of someone’s house:/a cat in my mind/until it stands upright…”

“He grabs and grabs your hand and you keep going, daring and bargaining and begging for grace, trapped in all the muck and fluidity of the in between space.”

“My vagina is mostly scales; it belongs/in the water, filtered and innocent.”

“my dolls have hands not much smaller than mine/I rip the arms off my plastic baby doll/my mother pops them back in the sockets”

“And yes,/I still see spirits by the fireplace. A whole orgy/of voluptuous ghosts eating honey roasted peanuts.”

“wheel chair/accessible/*back entrances”

“You have/a sans-serif face; I wanna check out/your cerebrospinal fluid.”

“People bloom and divide like kaleidoscope beads around her blond yellow bead head.”

“in the cobbler I baked a part of me/was not sure you would have a piece/because I could have been//alone.”

“I’ve seen a boy go missing inside himself, so I searched for him/in cracked church bells & shot-out light bulbs.”

“She knows/how to mouth no, the shape/of her lips an opening pit…”

“& I’m tuned into/the cicadas,/wanting to join/but what part/of the body/makes a sound/so primordial”

“Who wants a body that/wants this much to be alive?”

“No. I drank the oldest lake because it was either drink that or the drink the oldest sea and I’d already drank the oldest sea a few months ago…"

I wait for my drink and slip into a fever dream

My memory is made consumable by your hand.

your couscous still lingering, icebound, in the freezer

The moon was so dry it turned into a dandelion.

Our state flower is wild and we are western honey bee and sunflower until sundown.

alphabet soup what were / you trying to say before

like blank eyes and forced smiles in response to microaggressions

I could crumple into you like a piece of paper folded .......into invisible hands or magnolias in late snow.

Judy had a bad habit of leaving finished drinking receptacles in her own car

“Mohammed Rasulu Allah,” (Mohammed is the messenger of God) she enunciated, giggling.

Dangle from a hook and shape-shift between noun and adjective

I know these rivers that flow through me / I’ve gazed out from their hearts and still you do not see me

They were no less fragile than us, these creatures, / but they seemed better used to staring down a fast / coming death.

It’s Sugar features a giant / blond plump lips parted, sucking a lollipop

I said to my partner yesterday, I want to die. / He said do you want to go to the hospital.

Then I wait, a woman / alone, hoping / to have touched the heart / of the widower.

maybe it is time for me to write poems for You. The Somebody Else. / i need to find a way to eat what comes out of me. The Wonder

CREW: (From the grid) It’s sweet that you think you / can break the fourth wall.  

The horse stood trembling, had caught his leg in a toothed snare intended for the fox, / and she limped

you can take the boy / but the heckie naw stays / announcing his nation

white woman says that i would look so beautiful if only i took the time to straighten my hair

My priestess fries her perfect / eggs-in-a-nest: a seeping well, / saturating seams of crust.

At the duplicating center I work for, sometimes customers will leave behind important legal or personal documents

it was like in that moment, / the demon crawled out / of my chest to set a colorless fire / to my face and said believe her

Not all clouds is something I might add, as a postscript, not all clouds

ma said don’t touch don’t scratch don’t

you can return to masonry / be a gavel

At sixteen, she’s still new to this nation that un-names her daily.

trying to contain expansion means explosion

Our son will have solar flare / freckles splattered on his cheeks

I cannot take what isn’t a gift. Socket, Stiff dance, misdeed, a half intelligible embrace.

My mother always laughs / when she tells that story.

I call you Ella from your very beginning

yellow almonds, middle eastern eyes

the women did not flee Mosul because they became of wings

I told father and things came flowing out of our red front door

Ghosts are like our otherselves in the multiverses grown

In the ghost town, a way station until E.’s wedding, you keep your vow to a dry-tongued silence.

My spoiled teeth suck down brawny intrusions.

I wish I did not negotiate my body like a capitalist always fearing my scarcity

hammered into the wall of the coffin pit picked up by me as you wandered as far along the rails as needed.

Between my fingers is a veil through which I may glimpse the sun.

Nobody is surprised. Nobody even tries to leave.

His mother kept two cockatoos in her bedroom. They sometimes shat on her bed, nightstand, on framed pictures of Angelito’s grandfather.

When the rhino broke its way out of your body / it broke its horn off too

I am failing to speak the language but I know now it is possible

& I’m not hearing All You Wanted by Michelle Branch or what about my skin or religion needs to be rescued

"folks care more about cars than they do bodies"

I am sure that my blonde hair is beautiful but the beauty of my other physical attributes I am much less sure of 

Ugolino is a no-eyed man who jumps on his children

At the fading light bring to her the wolfish mouth of your need.