Essays & Poems

I love to sweat when I work, for therein lies my deep thoughts

Disaster and echo
My nipples hurt

Reliable is for children, who eat and wash hands; a naked baby wears a black socks, his penis looks small.

Talking bodies; praying lips. She is sad about the lady, or perhaps the baby she killed, pretending to mourn by shaving her hair.

Poetry is everywhere, you always told me.
Unless you sniff me I never saw it.

Everybody is busy with life You said you will call me last night. Everybody is busy with life You said you will call me last night. I want to hear you more than dreams when I pretend to sleep. You are a ghost disappearing when I try to touch you. Get out of my head… Continue reading Cold Wall

I’m not usually afraid but am concerned about the fact that I am emotionally malnourished I try too much to be accepted by a certain class of people I have outgrown my cycle I am in need of new people The urge is like sex An iPhone or some Gucci? Cars or lands? Money for… Continue reading What does it take?

If I sleep with my mouth open Maybe the heavens will hear me. I am talking to an unknown God while I warm my breast with my cold hands from standing too long under the rain. God is real Mama said endlessly but am still figuring out how one person could oversee the universe I… Continue reading God

I want darkness than sunrise Because I can hide rather than listen to your lies of how you said you will paint me a picture Every day you said tomorrow, laughing at my silly jokes I made you smile I thought, T’was vanity I sought after the ruthless effort I fought trying to make you… Continue reading Another lie.