Poetry

and all its straight-razor backroads planted with plaster 
farmhouses bowing to January’s muddy expanse

I can take even more 
Than he can give.

1. an investigation of wrecked arterial railroads hammered by foremothers
stationed beneath your breasts and headed
 crown-bound

Sometimes when I get
My period,
I wake up & my bed 
Is a massacre.

1. sharpening the white epidermis to machete on 
gum-grown whetstones belonging to inheritors 
of mitochondrial Eve’s Earth-blown nakedness

True domination means 
That all of the desires & impulses 
Come from the submissive;

Thirty miles south of Dallas the air smells of ozone and water. Thunderheads on the horizon in shades of indigo.

A finger so tender 
the diminishing coneflower’s center shocks        
a needle

up through reaching skin

I pull down my black dress 
& feed my child. 

And when the rains came 
   like lean wolves 

we were ready.