Tuesday, September 29, 2015

already bloomed

this outta me in the brilliant Hard Femme Poetics class I'm taking with Leah Lakshmi Piepzna-Samarasinha... xoxoxox



femme has already bloomed
boldly to the sun
finds rest in the wilt
knowledge in decomposing
desire fermenting the air
beneath apple trees
fruit all over the ground
teeming
stumbling over ripe seed
dropped
toxic, reeking and gorgeous
bees gather just above the loam
hum a thick chorus of devotion

femme moves my tongue
roams my mouth habitually counting teeth
pushing up against them
checking their grip
finds rest in the sum of parts

femme counts teeth like loose change
blooms at moonrise
ripens in the dappled light
on soft ground
femme
swallows whole.






Tuesday, July 21, 2015

years of desire


in the dark of your mouth
where the words come
up to tell me
Hold very still
Show me
how good you can be


Thursday, June 4, 2015

sap rising

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cottonwood comes slowly
to green
first the buds
swell beaded with golden
healing resin
then catkins
bursting tassles of femme
birthdays
laughter
and parades of gay
then the leaves
bright lime unfolding
lace fans of vitality into a waxy deep green
that reflects sun on shimmering rivers
then the hearts rustle the hustle of being alive
a money tree shakes with stars

Wednesday, March 4, 2015

the balm


is in the foggy river valley
the budding cottonwoods 
teeming with bird song
the train rolling through