Flo On

the day’s a stale word  the kind that’s afraid of an honest mouth (a thing so  strangely made)  a conversation like  a broken arrow, busted wind  and a tree of fire, death at  the roots of the all the palms,  and a half-flung syllable  that punches like an empty fist i don’t know about you [...]

Kissing Boys

I used to have wild hair the kind that knit  tangles in the keyholes of all the sweaters and knots in the toes of  the kissing boys who  used to tip toe in  after school like  little princes to slay that imaginary line between two lips (where we  found the kisses  we taught not to [...]

Jeans Song

I like to follow you by the scent of your jeans, to linger by the stitches and bury my knuckles in the crooks of the pockets while I dig for the spots where your cologne lies dormant like a seed. Oh, I want to burrow my fingers down. Down to the loops and the tugs [...]

Pantomime

Originally published on Morality Park The world is high enough The sky is on the second floor Ten tiers and a castle Peering through the eye slits of the morning, a connecting wire, two dungeons and a beetle, an elevator where the moon lives, nipping at the bower like a starfish There’s a boudoir with [...]

Rear View

It was a dirty buzz the bop of the street sign jack knife engine rapping on a dashboard heady windows and no exit summertime south Fresh from a coffee shop on Tryon a writer’s clackety-clatch the metaphor of metaphors It was sunset Sunday and we were looking through the legs of the world Poetry, macaroons, [...]

Rain Buzz

Originally published on Morality Park There will have been a night that sat on a house with no fence where the stars came in A night made of lightning, like a flash that tore from between two legs, switched off the lights, and crowded the walls with neighbors like a speakeasy, a room with a [...]

Bull & Butterfly

some mornings i wake up like a butterfly and wait for miraculous things to happen, i ask god to give me the wings i need to break into the day, to breathe in the world sharply, to feel hope in my lungs and genius in my bones, and magic in the toppy-tips of my fingers, [...]