my eyes   wider      than         when I fell asleep   I dreamt    I was beautiful  no cloth skin to iron with fingertips or gums to suck...

Summer sits at the back of my throat like a cough drop deliquescing Spit soaked, she kisses my molars and I will taste her well into...

Much of my writing concerns the inequalities women experience, and if this sentence alone discourages you from pursuing reading my work,...

A poem (or stream of erratic consciousness) about my inevitable decline (or doom) and the many, many, many things (or contradictions)...