The Wildflower

— The wildflower learned To become a woman And the woman learned To save the world And the world learned Nothing In return Because the world Is a dystopian sort of dysplasia The world is the daze of the geisha With her lips affixed tight To the opium pipe The world is the plight Of […]

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Delta of Venus and the Eternal Nothingness

    Do tell me, Anaïs— Does love’s indiscreet hungering ever wane? Will lust’s obscene loitering ever cease? Should it feel as anything less Than siphoned lightening? How does one appease the devils who dance In the rafters of recanted memories? Do beds have ghosts? Do eyes have ciphers? Do hearts have cards? Do tell […]

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Ode to Arrow

Had he a quiver, as Artemis? Embossed insignia, buckskin stitched Pandora’s precious satchel, steadfast Braced to spine as iron to drowning lung Had he a bow, as Apollo? Strung taut, thread of goldenrod Emblazoned with fate’s interferences Pierced as kismet to Achilles’ bleeding heel Had he an arrow, as Eros? Opium dipped, love’s apocalypse Molten […]

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of deserving

let it be said i was deserving of a season that gave of itself selflessly an autumn indiscriminate in its devotions loving in the shedding of its leaves gusts of vermilion ardency surrounding me temperatures bowed in worship giving frantic shape to breath amid the abiding fragrances of fresh tobacco clean linen, cardamom a season […]

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Qualified (uterine enlightenment)

i am fiercely feminine does that frighten you? my ability to incubate life within myself to sustain two heartbeats all while balancing in six inch heels should I apologize? for the threat posed by my pregnant intellect my maternal beatitude my singular victory over gendered servitude the one sector you have no business in life […]

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