Category: Poetry

Taxidermy Bride

After photographs by Francesca Woodman Head first from the bottom shelf, I spill out, sleep-tumbled, mirrored in the yellow eyes of a stuffed vixen. Here,

Two Poems

 girl with diagnosis or gun #10 this is where I always think it is | no | this is where it actually is I don’t

Lavinia Explodes

 As if you can’t lip read. Cut mute, & love— the mad season ended at the point I willingly put my lips around wood to

Relief

Us and every mammal on earth takes twenty seconds to piss. Imagine that, the great equalizer is between our legs (of course). It doesn’t matter

Four Poems

Self-Portrait as Jessica with Phoropter and Ursa Minor I. It was like following a map that line by line erased itself until one day it

Origami

first remember the folded self paper layers           a nesting being unfulfilled           perhaps there is a bird thereat

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