ceaseless

inert an horizontal and i check
my pulse by my heart its
bounce to the roof i wonder
how many times can it crush against
my ribs before they break open
organs spilling out like a newly born, my chest bursters
reign supreme and i must
keep calm in the face of its kiss.

i cant help but
feel the pounding resounding
in every capillary in walking
without waking there is little
respite but to exercise a certain
amount of humanity will mean
my certain, crippled by the
weight of it's own self, how
could i possibly drag a body
with no arms to aid me in my
lacked pursual, in hoping for it
shuts down and when im
hoping it for to come a calm
blank floats the flood, how i
continue on an electric buzz
overstimulation
in the pitch dark

wifebeater

opening and blinking
hum my face
unafraid I bleach
glisten in soft-focus

born under
a light without memory
I flail, hiss
haven’t seen my feet
in years

Black sequins reflect the lilac sky
almost-black stretched fear
specific and eternal

You have to imagine
But no, I don’t

number LOS ANGELES

sunday i plant a
vampires kiss
i'm so greedy for it
all unhinged, my front
unzipped
to fill up on early morning dew
and 1 tear from each of u, but 2 giggles
on a view of a vista, with 3
handfuls of lettuce seed
totally exhausted but on my knees sucking
up the peeling painted
ceiling and my forever sunshine
coming
through a red silk
i have to drink 30 glasses of water to
get wet for 20 minutes to eat 1
and a half sandals and take
4
sips
from your coffee
after breakfast run ins learning to speak
25 miles of street, i know it like the palms
of my hands it's
mapped inside my eyelids
all my past neighbors are waving in succession and i have to close my eyes to smile
remembering to lean into it so i won't fall

at the park after dark
parents, teachers, grandparents

stick their tongues
inside the crepe myrtle’s hump

licking out a trail


11,000 virgins
in tattered blue satin

carve flowers into navels
loop hands through petals

to scoop and scatter
seeds in the coldwet grass

my hair is a staircase
i climb on hands and knees

cum in the bath
of my blood, emerge
as tall as trees

finally the men shut up

i won’t sing for prosperity
i lost my virginity and now
i gurgle tomato juice, thick and salty
ammonia and sweat on mom’s upper arms
she paints my parts
wine purple