Sometimes when I getMy 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.
The white slap of the moon after hail gone throughivy to silver April’s first green blades: There I listened
Cézanne doesn’t paint what he sees.His apples are orange.
I am more than the world you asked me to be—