Inside me there are bones,Forgotten, takenFor granted, my humanness—the epiphenomenon of thoughtIs stuffed insideThis body,This blood. Was there original gloryBefore original sin?The curse of creation and the roller coaster ride—I am East of Eden, wandering,Trying… Read More »Eucharist
It begins, always, with desire,The one that brought you here—Success and failure,You estimate your need. Begin at onceCommunicateDictateViolateYou are the same as you have always been. You said my name once, twice—I looked around the… Read More »The Other Self
For years I thought I would dieAloneAnd any day now(Feels like every day now).I am awake, a living nightmare, andAloneLike Jesus in the gardenWithout holy bloodOr friends.I am afraid to open my eyes,Afraid to close them,Afraid… Read More »Death Notice
Snap back, lightningCollision, crush(ed) I amFrankenstein’s MonsterAnd a sad smile from lips that bleed. I have fallen all my life, fallenHead snapped back against the concrete floor,Seeing stars, feeling the shake and sloshOf jelly brains,… Read More »Ruptured
The first one, I guess, drowned in the swimming pool… Neighbors said, “You ain’t got nobody extra—why is that?” But I didn’t know. We lost their names, the little ones. I need that kid’s things… Read More »The Drowned
Some days I forgetEverythingI know and everything that matters–*poof* My baby girl is twenty one.The days of baby joy are gone–distantMemories, bright as the Morning Star,Roll up from the horizon, drop down again.Soon I will be too… Read More »Retrograde
The world is full of holes that I fell through,Alone, like a gaspcut short. Jesus has sufferedHis suffering, his anguished eyesRemind me that I amNot aloneAt the precipice. I am always fallingThe way my stomach… Read More »St. Germain: 5 Rue Princesse
If this were my last day, the day beforeThey shut my eyes, turn me to ash, spread me outLike powdered sugar across the world’s pancake– I would want to talk to Jesus,Tell Him, “Hey, thanks,… Read More »My Last Day
Fist fights break out! Tourists scuffle asWomen in bright blue pants strike fastWith pastry trays and unforgiving eyes,They take chairs from children too weak to cry. That new journal Molly brought,The pink one with the… Read More »The Most Crowded Starbucks In the World
And there you are, breaking my skyline,Low puffs and the placid sea—Morning or evening?The Silver Sun shimmies free,Shakes her hips loose, does the Fire DanceWith me. And there you are, breaking your silenceThe wintry frost… Read More »lux/cantatio