FEMALE GAZE
workshop
we left crumbs on Country forgot to bring them inside our cushioned seats the photo I took of you is blurry I walked home to a spider on my bed beneath the lamplight the strangeness between us is glowing I …
Published November 1, 2017
three poem suite
i. when to clean a wig a wig must always be clean or else develop a particular smell or else slick strappy heavy faced in all my years wearing wigs none told me how to clean one where to hang …
Published November 1, 2017
ode; to blue
because the senses crave melody it drips; a whistle caught in cotton vill i sit. nothing— this body is beyond capture. but is a simple sound. whistle; [elelelelelele] ululation. it drips; heat exit graft; each twitch splits— the hairs on …
Published November 1, 2017
